the porridge is hot
a young man prays...quietly
the porridge is cold
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 3:25 PM UTC
the porridge is hot
a young man prays...quietly
the porridge is cold
Many a family in dire circumstances have skipped meals or left them to go icy cold outside an ICU ante room as we prayed fervently for a divine intervention that never arrived. I’m left fatigued at being so selfishly prayerful and equally angry at the hollowness of the rationale provided in the aftermath of my mother’s demise. I have no answers and fewer questions- reaching ambivalence I guess.
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