For all the saints
by Elouise
weary spirits
laid to rest lie soft
on winter’s snow
breathless we linger
beneath the heavens
Written in light of
- Motionless trees coated with snow outside my kitchen window
- Frigid temperatures and a gray sky
- Recent and long-ago deaths of family, friends, strangers, poets and irreplaceable bright stars in our lives
- Escalating upheavals of the last few years, locally and globally
- This season of reflection and resolution
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 18 January 2019
Photo of Sycamores in Central Park found at 123RF.com
Telling the Truth 
who from their labours rest 👼
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Saint ElBob, I presume? 😇
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Your title reminded me of a hymn that I used to sing before I saw the light 👿
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I know the hymn well. By heart, in fact. 💜
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I used to, too; along with many others. They were the dark old days when it was thought I was destined for the church, 😈 much to the relief of Geo. Carey
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