Since blogger won't let me publish any pictures (boo hoo, you know how I live for pictures) I've pulled out a bit of wordiness instead for your reading and reflecting pleasure.

This poem is posted on a plaque at the site of the Murrah Federal Office Building memorial in Oklahoma City.

And God Said
I said, "God, I hurt." And God said, "I know".
I said, "God, I cry a lot." And God said, "That is why I gave you tears."
I said, "God, I am so depressed." And God said, "That is why I gave you sunshine."
I said, "God, life is so hard." And God said, "That is why I gave you loved ones."
I said, "God, my loved one died." And God said, "So did mine."
I said, "God, it is such a loss." And God said, "I saw mine nailed to a cross."
I said, "God, but your loved one lives." And God said, "So does yours."
I said, "God, where are they now?" And God said, "Mine sits on my right hand and yours is in the light."
I said, "God, it hurts." And God said, "I know."



I think we never become really and genuinely our entire and honest selves until we are dead--and not then until we have been dead years and years. People ought to start dead, and they would be honest so much earlier.
- Mark Twain in Eruption