Wednesday, November 17, 2010
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Where it not for my christian catholic ethic; i feel certain that i when i die, i would morph instantly into a superheroine; glamorous shapley and such a powerhouse of rage against the bad guys; swooping down without mercy, tearing them limb by limb, and binding them into chains of never ending release; without thoughts of societal ills, and poverty, and abuse and whatever else excuses are rendered for crime in today's world
Instead here i am, in the mind set of, the very difficult task of forgiveness and the hope of; peace on earth; and eternal life, etc etc etc etc etc etc etc...
what is causing this mini rant you might ask; yesterday right in front of my house a young man snatched my purse and ran off; leaving me fallen, and bruised; a stranger took me in his car to the police station; all this time i'm screaming my head off tears streaming down my face i get to the station and i'm out of breath and in having an anxiety attack; took a while before i could even give a report to the police
stony hard paved street --
void of frustration between
the salt of my tears