My Heart is Too Fragile, My Thrills Too Cheap
Things that broke my heart today:
* The writer who accepted her payment from The Advocate and, crumpling the bills in her palm, whispered, “Praise Jesus”
* Strains of “Day Dream Believer” returning me to a time when the whole future opened up like a long golden tunnel
* The woman staring out the window, tears wet on her cheeks, as another writer — she who can be tough as nails — read a poem spontaneously dedicated to her
* My friend, seated apart from the group, the light dim in his eyes as he said, “I’m okay.”
* The writer’s waiting face, until I had to tell him he wasn’t in this month’s Advocate. Graciously, he carried the heavy box of folders to my car.
* Walking through the Booksellers at Laurelwood and catching a glimpse of the days when I carried a light-hearted belief that soon my novel would be published
* The yellow sky
Things that made me smile today:
* Tom Prewitt, Jr.
* The group trying to kill a horsefly
* The hard-boiled comment – “and to get rid of rat turds” – following a beautiful metaphor about why we clean unseen corners of our lives
* The Rhodes College student who mysteriously found us and, quiet as always, wrote
* My Lenten reading where Luke writes, “And this is your sign: you’ll find the baby wrapped up and lying in a grain-crib” – yeah, that says “Savior of the World” to me
Here’s to creative synthesis . . .
The rat turds is great metaphor. I have been trying to clean out some of those this Lent.
Ellen Morris Prewitt