I was cold in the morning, shivering, but I knew the day would warm with the rising sun. Hearts broken by humankind unkind, humanity inhumane, we bear the meaness of our worlds plodding on, plodding on... between the shadows cast by obstacles half-seen, mistaken, misinformed, misunderstood-- we go on seeking truth with our broken hearts. Beset by grief, taught guilt and shame and fear by all its names, even so we plod yet sometimes also dance. We weep and mute ourselves yet sometimes also sing... Sign in to see full entry.