I'm reading....

... a brilliant book of poetry... connects inside somewhere...

But what about now?

"In the end will life triumph over death? With unshaken confidence Jesus answers: the kingdom of My Father cannot be overcome, even by death."
Ragamuffin Gospel by Brennan Manning, p192


By nine-thirty today I was ready to quit, to go home and get under my duvet, and hide.


It seemed that death and fear and defeat were triumphing in my patients... the aroma was sickening but I'm sorry that I wanted to flee...

... so somehow the end of the day came and I'm here wondering outloud about these words which were so encouraging a few days ago... did life triumph today?