Telling the Truth

connecting the dots of my life

Category: Haiku/Poetry

by the feet

George and Louisa MacDonald with their 11 children
plus eldest daughter Mary’s fiancé

Maybe it’s my age. Or the ever-present reality of death in our media-saturated world. I’m grateful for these words from George MacDonald. Good Friday invites me to consider death with my eyes wide open.

March 21 and 22

O Lord, when I do think of my departed,
I think of thee who art the death of parting;
Of him who crying Father breathed his last,
Then radiant from the sepulchre upstarted.—
Even then, I think, thy hands and feet kept smarting:
With us the bitterness of death is past,
But by the feet he still doth hold us fast.

Therefore our hands thy feet do hold as fast.
We pray not to be spared the sorest pang,
But only—be thou with us to the last.
Let not our heart be troubled at the clang
Of hammer and nails, nor dread the spear’s keen fang,
Nor the ghast sickening that comes of pain,
Nor yet the last clutch of the banished brain.

George MacDonald, Diary of an Old Soul,
© 1994 Augsburg Fortress Press

Here, as in an earlier entry, MacDonald thinks about the four children he has lost to death. He longs to be with them. No one where they are now can possibly love them as he does.

Yet as great as his fatherly love is, he would “die of grief to love you only so.” That is, from afar. From this side of death.

He notes that his Lord is “the death of parting.” This gives him hope; the distance between him and his children will end someday.

He imagines that the resurrection, as wonderful as it was, still left Jesus with pain in his hands and feet. The bitterness of death was removed, yet “by the feet he still doth hold us fast”—with his “smarting” hands. Death isn’t the last word; nonetheless, it’s painful. It leaves scars, and empty seats around the table. The deathly silence of missing voices.

Because of this, MacDonald vows to hold Jesus’ “smarting” feet just as tightly as Jesus holds him. As though glued to each other. Inseparable. It’s the only way he can imagine making the journey from this world to the place where his children have gone.

And there’s one more challenge. No matter how much he tries, he can’t hold fast to Jesus’ scarred feet all by himself. His holding on depends on the strong, scarred hands of Jesus holding him. Lest he stray from the path.

Jesus has been through his death. Four of MacDonald’s eleven children have been through theirs. Now it’s MacDonald’s turn, and he knows he won’t make it unless Jesus holds his feet “to the last.”

“But by the feet he still doth hold us fast.”

© Elouise Renich Fraser, 3 April 2015, Good Friday
Edited on Good Friday, 30 March 2018
Photo found at georgemacdonald.info

carried away

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whether positive or negative
(especially pride, joy, excitement, anger or general rowdiness) Read the rest of this entry »

tiny orchids

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tiny orchids
burst through tangled straw
take center stage

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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 30 March 2015
Photo credit: DAFraser, March 2015
Orchid Meadow in the Longwood Gardens Conservatory

Shadow and coolness

Monday of Holy Week. Here’s a poem I first discovered in a small Dohnavur songbook, Wings, published by Dohnavur Fellowship for its members. It’s from Amy Carmichael. Mom had this songbook in her music collection. I can’t help connecting these words with Holy Week. Read the rest of this entry »

Thank you, James DePreist

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roof-top garden

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roof-top garden
smiles as I pass by
melts my heart

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I’m a sucker for bird houses
with heart.
Old, weathered, tended and
loved into reality.
One of a kind

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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 26 March 2015
Photo credit: DAFraser, August 2014
Longwood Meadow Garden

spring sun warms steel chair

Beach front with Mts

spring sun warms steel chair
soaks chilly walkers’ jackets
highlights veiled background

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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 23 March 2015
Photo credit: DAFraser, March 2012
Antalya, Turkey, on the Mediterranean Sea Coast

Suffering from Obsessive Envy

Portrait of a Woman Suffering from Obsessive Envy

Portrait of a Woman Suffering
from Obsessive Envy,
Théodore Géricault

I know this dour woman
The look in her eyes
The slightly raised brow
The half-smirking mouth.

Her hunched-over shoulders
Unkempt weary hair
Tired peasant bonnet
and weighty brown cloak. Read the rest of this entry »

summer mirage

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summer mirage
dances on my screen
sweet paradise

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Fallen Threads

Do you ever second-guess your writing? I do. Take a look at this George MacDonald sonnet about writing. My comments follow. Read the rest of this entry »