Sharing mother poems with a crowd
The red heifer, life and death, and the story


"All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well." -- Julian of Norwich

Even when the rains fall
sheeting down the windows
for days without end.

Even when factories explode,
when gun deaths rise
like flood waters,

when long-held prejudices
prove impossible to dislodge,
when there's no way around

admitting that what hurts
isn't going away.
For every wound, a salve.

For every insult, kindness.
Someone presses ten dollars
into an empty hand.

A bag of clothes appears
on the porch just as you wonder
how to afford new sizes.

Someone is writing a story
just for you, hoping
it will find its reader.

Tomorrow the sun will rise
and you will be loved.
It isn't enough. It's enough.



Julian of Norwich was a Christian mystic in the fourteenth century of the Common Era.

There was a chemical plant explosion in Louisiana yesterday. And here's Slate's tally of gun deaths since Newtown.

On the brighter side: several writers in the SF/F community are matching donations made to the Carl Brandon Society, "a non-profit group dedicated to increasing the 'racial and ethnic diversity in the production of and audience for speculative fiction.'"

Jane Goodall's Reasons for Hope. See also this list of Kindness Ideas.

We are loved by an unending love.