October 23, 2021

Once I was lovely, and once I was kind. Once I was benevolent and once I was not. Once I had joy and once dispair. I can be all things to all people but I can't find myself. Once I had virtue, and once i had hate. Once my life had impetus and order and once chaos and disharmony. Once you gave me bueaty for ashes and once crudeness and inelegance. I am all these things and meany more but you continue to paint me with derision.  

Isaiah 61:3