Everyone in my life is going through some really sad stuff. The one that's on my mind the most: A cousin who is super poor and raised a ton of money with these homemade fundraisers for her adoption of a sweet little girl in another country with her husband went over to pick up the child as the last final step of the adoption but then they discovered that the agency was corrupt and was under investigation and they wouldn't release the child until the investigation was over and then after that they would get this childs passport and files in order after all that was done. My cousins heart broke leaving the country and her adopted daughter there in this orphanage because they had already been there for over 2 weeks and ran out of money and the agency said it would be months longer. And they had a stillbirth last year and adoption is what she threw herself into and now this disappointment and uncertainty is almost as bad as losing a child again-- like triggering. I am so sad about it and so I made these handmade watercolor postcards with a Christina Rossetti poem on the back for her and her husband and their children, and also my aunt (her mom) whose heart is also breaking over this. Here;s the poem (it's religious because she is) I have no wit, no words, no tears; My heart within me like a stone
Is numb'd too much for hopes or fears;
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
I lift mine eyes, but dimm'd with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is in the falling leaf:
O Jesus, quicken me.
My life is like a faded leaf,
My harvest dwindled to a husk:
Truly my life is void and brief
And tedious in the barren dusk;
My life is like a frozen thing,
No bud nor greenness can I see:
Yet rise it shall—the sap of Spring;
O Jesus, rise in me.
My life is like a broken bowl,
A broken bowl that cannot hold
One drop of water for my soul
Or cordial in the searching cold;
Cast in the fire the perish'd thing;
Melt and remould it, till it be
A royal cup for Him, my King:
O Jesus, drink of me.