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Show CHRYSALIS pAGE 32 -4- My little boys are glad I'm home. They've drawn some funny crayon pictures for me - of themselves, long-legged and round-headed, of the family going for an outing in the car, all smiles, and of our house suspended in the air atop the sidewalk like a popsicle on a stick, all pink and green and yellow. There is some sweet with all the bitter: I lost seventeen pounds in fourteen days! There is little pain. Mark brings me books and flowers. The neighbors bring casseroles and cakes. They whom I love have not turned against me. I'm not yet as Job. I try to be cheerful, but my head is still somewhere else. I need breathing time, stillness, a prayer to lift me above fear. Will there really be a morning? Is there such a thing as day? |