It doesn't seem fair...


...that while hearts are ripped open

and foundations crumble

and families grieve

and hope slips away...

...that I slip away, too

without camera

or phone

or computer.

Without dirty clothes to wash, dinner to cook, cats to feed, or floors to sweep.

For seventy-two hours...

To serve and be served

To listen and love

To pour out and fill up

...and I don't take this slipping-away gift lightly.

For when much is given, much will be required.