Lost in an internal maze
by Elouise
Brilliant winter sun-rays
Filter through frigid air
Endangering darkroom eyes
Unaccustomed to light
Blinking he looks away
Unwilling to sacrifice
Hazy unclear sight for clarity
Or the fine details of truth
Better the sweet comfort
Of blurred lines mixing
Facts with fiction or
Reducing them to nothing
Stumbling blindly
From pillar to post
He makes his lonely way
Lost in an internal maze
I didn’t set out to write about Mr. Trump, yet it seems I have. So now I’m sitting here wondering what’s going on in me. Have I given up on his presidency? Disengaged myself from caring anymore?
That might happen if I believed that whatever he does, I will likely weather the storm. Yet I don’t believe that. His actions put us and others at risk every day.
More likely, I wrote this because I lack visible power over what’s happening in Washington. I voted. Now it seems there’s no more I can do to make a visible difference.
Nor can I say I hope for something better from Mr. Trump. I don’t. I’m an aging citizen, with limited time and energy. I want to know how to make my voice and my concerns heard.
Though I could perhaps feel sorry for Mr. Trump, that isn’t an option. He has openly chosen his way of doing business, and is following it regardless of intended or unintended outcomes for our nation or our allies.
What now? If I remember right, Jesus rebuked those who paraded their supposed righteousness before everyone’s eyes. Instead, he recognized with gratitude and admiration the widow who, almost unnoticed, gave from her heart the bit she had.
I want to find my bit, and offer it from my heart. Not to Mr. Trump, but to this world God already loves — the same world I’m learning to love in spite of our differences and blurred visions of reality.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 21 January 2019
Photo found at freepik.com
Amen, Elouise!
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Thank you, Debbie. 🙏🏻
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Could the infliction of Mr trump be punishment sent down from high above for Americans being very naughty?
Probably!
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And all this time I thought you didn’t believe in a higher power! 😲
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I do.
ME ! 😈 👿
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Thoughtful and heartfelt write Elouise. Thank you for sharing it.
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Thank you Helene. It’s been on my mind for a while…especially the ‘what might I do’ question. In a way, writing this moved me farther along than anything else has. 😊
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Wonderful for you Elouise.
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May I suggest that you are offering your gift in these frequent posts? At the very least, I receive them as gift(s).
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Food for thought, received with gratitude 💜💕🙏🏻
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How will it all end? I think many people – not just in America – are just waiting and hoping he will go away. And it is a living reminder of “Be careful what you wish for. You just might get it.”
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I hope we survive. All of us.
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Good words. I hope Trump has finallymet his Waterloo.
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Indeed. It’s refreshing to see someone finally taking him on directly and calmly. Thanks, Waldo.
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Your words in poem and reflection wrap around my heart… Moments like the one you’ve created here give me hope that we will prevail… hold steadfast to hope and kindness. Thank you Eloise.
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You’re welcome, Jane. You’re so right. The spiraling vortex is nothing compared to the counter-strength of hope and kindness expressed daily by everyday human beings. Thank you for your comment. 🙂
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Your written words are growing into the eternal
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Your comment suggests it’s preferable to be lost in an eternal maze….food for thought…and not a bad thought at that.
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Why a maze?
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I’m thinking about the possibility of being both lost and found when we’re ‘lost‘ in the reality of our Creator/Redeemer’s will and perspective, rather than our own habitual, unproductive ways of seeing things. Just a thought….
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He may be in a maze but there is no reason for us to follow; the rays of God’s light provide for us a straight path in the eternal love
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I couldn’t agree more. I also know that God’s ways aren’t always easy to follow, and that we’re prone to our own wandering.
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Perhaps as the tree of life does we can reach out with tiny buds forming new sprouts opening to new leaves providing food for new growth and at the same time fresh air for others thus not being selfish but finding God’s light to become strong as an Oak year after year
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A lovely, inviting image! Thank you, Dave 🙏🏻
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This is amaxing.. very heartfelt and touching..
Great work Elouise!!
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Thank you! 🙂
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