Just a very short post to you to share my thanks to all who posted a comment for Fifi (Netherlands) and Dawn (Canada) last week on their refections and poems. I was able to share your powerful words with them over the weekend and they were both very grateful.
Fifi was especially surprised and pleased to read all the loving comments on her thoughts about depression; especially when I explained to her all the different countries that were represented in the comments. She is still struggling with her own loneliness and depression while living in prison but your words and thoughts provide comfort to her and the other women prisoners she will share them with.
Fifi immediately gave me another reflection for me to share with you. Its written in her native Dutch language so I need a couple of days to translate it first. Please be patient with me.
We are walking this camino and mission together.
Obrigado and abraços! Thanks and hugs from Brazil.
(Tiago’s note–This is the fifth in a series of refections by women prisoners in Brazil. The women have given their permission for this blog post although their names have been changed.
In this reflection, Fifi shares the feeling she has being incarcerated shortly after losing her one-week old son. Please think about and pray for the deceased child, the author “Fifi” and the other women in prisons throughout the world. Let’s ask Him to provide them with the strength to carry on in these dark places.)
To be a human is to feel pain, sadness, happiness, and love. But for me, feeling like a human sucks.
If I could go to heaven, I would tell my son how much I love him, I miss him, and ask him how he is doing. I would ask him if he is happy and if he is proud of me for doing everything I could do until his last breath.
I also wanna tell him how proud I am of him, how he fought for his life, but it was not meant to be, to be a (long) life.
Then I want to come back to earth and live a life like a normal human being. This is what it feels like to be a human right now for me.
(Tiago’s note–This is the second in a series of refections by women prisoners in Brazil. The women have given their permission for this blog post although their names have been changed.
In this reflection, Dawn from Canada, provides us with a short poem. Please think about and pray for Dawn and the other women who write these poems and reflections. Let’s ask Him to provide them with the inner peace and silence they need to stay strong while incarcerated.)
Three Little Birds–A poem by “Dawn” (Title by Bob Marley)
Is it all for a reason?
The human experience is painful
The world is small and beautiful, big and scary
Full of complex organisms and coincidences
time, love, hurt, memories, Thoughts
How to turn ones head off?