I go about my days
as I would have done them
as if nothing was promised
as if nothing would change
I’d hate to disrupt the peace of things that would not have me back
I’d hate to be given what is not suited for me to receive
I meant every word of the hard prayer:
Give me only that which would be true
Even the lonely communion that is not having you
Sarah McArthur currently lives and works in Edmonds, Washington.
She would describe herself as painfully shy by nature but has learned to overcome it by simply pretending not to be. She says it mostly works unless it doesn’t. When she’s not hanging out with her sisters, she enjoys running, eating, reading, taking pictures and staying up too late.
Deeply moving and succinct.