Dearest Precious Sweet Mari,

Loving One, I love you very much, and please don't ever forget it. 
You are as precious as everything is to our Heavenly Father who loves 
you more than you will ever know. I pray that you will be comforted 
by His never ending love. I pray for those loving arms of Jesus will 
wrap around you and hold you tight. I pray that every tear will dry, 
and a smile will shine upon your face. Lord, please heal this broken 
hearted Loving Sweeting.

Sending you bunches of lovings and squeezings, my loving one.


Loving you always,
Pat Ferguson
At 09:20 AM 2/28/2008, you wrote:
>This limestone sculpture, this thing of grace,
>is not as it appears to the naked eye or to the touch.
>It is filled with holes, as if it grew up in a secluded cave.
>
>I know quite a lot about porusness, secluded caves, and the like.
>
>Today, I am porus, hypnotized by the steady drip, drip, drip, of my own tears,
>eating me away inside, as an inverted sculpture, eroded by the drip, 
>drip, drip of water from above.
>
>Today, a touch would penetrate me, make a hole in me, where the 
>blood would collect,
>where my tears would never dry, a hole where light would pass 
>through to expose my inside.
>
>Today, I grieve the life of a dumb beast, a childhood of incest, 
>torture, drunken screams that went on and on and on and on ...
>
>Today, I wish I was somewhere else, that my head was populated, that 
>the vine-covered door had never opened, that these silent porus 
>tears of the dust of the past, could stop
>falling into the vacuum of my self. (space deliberate)
>
>Pray for me, and maybe the acid heart-rain would stop ... I hope ... 
>Some day ...