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posted by: Cutter (reply)
post date: 02.22.06 (6:57 pm)
You are going to be a lamb, and the shepherd will speak of you.
posted by: lindy (reply)
post date: 03.02.06 (4:50 am)
Somebody's dinner. :(
posted by: bobbyjoe (reply)
post date: 03.08.06 (11:24 pm)
wow.
posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 03.15.06 (2:33 pm)
Do you know what I'm going to be?
There's something strangely comforting about the knowledge that we are all, eventually, taken back into the earth only to become something new and vital and, if we're lucky, better than what we've managed to be this go around. And yet, the scars on her skin scream of the injustice of that time coming before it was invited.
~~~~~~~
I must admit, this one reminds me of a poem by William Stafford about a man traveling through the dark, who happens upon an animal in the road. He stops to push it over the embankment and into the adjacent ravine, (so that others won't be hurt in trying to miss it), and discovers that the animal, although dead, is pregnant... the unborn baby, warm and alive in its mother's swollen belly. The last line of the poem echoes in my mind as I look at your drawing:
"I thought hard for us all -- my only swerving --
and then pushed her over the edge, into the river."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
These thoughts may waffle, but they are terribly potent.
Thank you for giving them to me.
jennifer