"You're So Beautiful..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

I'm, er, I'm almost finished with the cake. I've only to finish the truffles and decorate it...

And Mum saw to Nanni's birthday gift since I've picked it out, so I shall certainly be able to get it.

...

Hullo, world? Those are my ears you're crashing down around, d'you mind?

'M going to go finish the cake now.

I wish everything would sort out for everybody. It isn't fair the way things go, (not for me, for everybody) and I'm tired of people I love having to be sad on account of things. I'm just angry and flailing at the universe, which honestly doesn't care. But it isn't fair, and I wish things would sort out right, (and I'm not sad for me, I'm feeling cheated for everybody) and I wish I could do something better than wishing.

If I had roses, I would mail them.

If I had the right sort of words, I would say them.

I think I will make prayers along with cake. If nobody minds being prayed for, as that's rather a problem for a little Episcopalian girl who has a flist of agnostics and so forth. But unless somebody minds, I am going to make prayers tied up with blue ribbons and wrapt in brown paper, and I am going to leave them in a wooden church with stained-glass windows somewhere on the edge of a lake in New York, where someone with loon-feather wings can find them.

That is all.

I love you so much.

Comments

Poor dear Soujin!

[(Anonymous)]

A bit of advice: just don't mention Jesus in the prayers, as in "may you find Jesus" and that kind of thing.

Re: Poor dear Soujin!

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Of course not. I don't make that sort of prayer. *laughs a little* I make prayers for things to go better because the universe sets itself back in order and behaves properly to people.

[fish-bananas.livejournal.com]

I'm sure no one would mind! But save my prayer for someone who needs it. The world is inordinately kind to this spoiled sinner. *makes a pasta salad*

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Thank you. ^_^ But I have lots of blue ribbon and lots of brown paper, and I shall visit the wooden church with stained-glass windows starting Saturday.

*oohs*