This story is old, but it goes on

06/12/2013 at 15:03 (Personal) (Blogging, Blue rose, Love, Love (something like it) death, One for Sorrow, perspective, relationships)

And while the political world tears itself a new one over who has the right to commemorate Mandela – brandishing tarnished swords at figureheads old and new – I retreat from it all to watch with a saddened heart.

There’s a time and a place, but this isn’t it.

Additional: Some have borne the brunt of excess insults this week. Paying witness, with a once-angry heart and a silent mouth, is almost more than I can bear.
The anger died. Cold despair remains. What grace is there in silent love, after all.