help this girl?
October 2, 2010 § Leave a comment
Collect all the coins you like, it’s only stuff, and it’s the stuff we use to fill the holes. Does it feel wholesome? I’d rather just accept I know nothing, than create heavens, and white horses. Nothing is beyond my imagination, but You.
Famine might come, but only at our invitation. Who needs it when we are human? Good, bad and young. There is a beauty in that, within it.
You won’t help this girl. She needs no hand. Friday night in all its orange glory is a more enchanting story than Rebecca or faith or ridinghoods. The princess has found her pea rather than her prince. Do you understand this? I doubt it. In all its carcrash splendour musical wonder rapture fear, we have made this what it is. There is some God in these hands, if not this heart.