I'm almost afraid to keep the entry below. But for how little exposure this blog receives, maybe I will let it remain for a while.
I wish it could end on a happy, hopeful note. But in that sense, perhaps it is like Psalm 88.
But in reality, it is hopeful. Because if that darkness wasn't exposed, it would have remained to destroy so much more.
It's so hard to write of this, because it is so hard to describe. But I know I am not the only one to walk this road. It's painful to expose this, because it seems that there is so much at stake. What boldness should I take to this? What meekness? Will I continue to write in riddles and veiled poetry?
I have more to say, but I will let it remain as this for now.