Whom do I write to now? Where can I send my complaint? Time has uncoiled like a serpent whose fangs have felled my hopes. I await the next strike the paralyzing blow after which, I soon expect to be swallowed whole. Are we all consumed so viciously? Or is this choice delight only for those who ask? Pray for His will and you might find it: unfolding in your life the way a venus flytrap responds to the slightest touch... He is a devourer of souls, a sacred flame to burn all wooden forms of love! "He who is beloved of Me, him shall I slay. He who is slain by Me, I Myself shall be his ransom." My partner is my pain tonight; and somewhere in that: a compassion whose depths I will never fathom.