"Manna" is here. 

She humbled me by coming all the way from the great white North to sit with me.  I am poor company.  I am sleeping only in spurts, so I have slept most of the past two afternoons as well.  I do not wish to talk. I wish to hide in mindless TV, not thinking about what I think and feel.

I opened my mouth again, damn it, when I had done well not doing so, and wounded deeply the person whom I was trying to tell how scared and frightened and lost I feel.

I would, at the very moment, give away every blooming thing I have if someone would teach me how to talk without wounding that person.  Everything.  Everything and count it the greatest bargain in the universe.


Lord, I am Yours.  Save me.