May 6, 2016
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The Hush of Mental Illness
Here's a poem sent to Disability Concerns to remind us that we need to bring what is hidden out in the open so that love can abound.
Everybody belongs. Everybody serves.
Here's a poem sent to Disability Concerns to remind us that we need to bring what is hidden out in the open so that love can abound.
I was up on a hill, tethering at twilight. The sweet-smelling grass that was neatly raked in rows. The tractor’s tether tips were messing with all their might, When suddenly a winsome wonder came into sight...
Mountains. Walls of rock everywhere. Grey, brown, black or blue. Close up or far away. Every time I set out to paint the landscape of my mind. Mountains crop up...
The darkness is strong. It has presence. I can feel it.