The Sins of My Youth
Dear Readers,
‘Youth’ includes everything before the present moment.
The older we get, the more ‘youth’ we accumulate.
Don’t even try to get out of this one! Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth
connecting the dots of my life
Tag: Hope
August 25, 2014
August 18, 2014
God’s Beloved Daughter-Child | Part 4 of 4
I can’t hide from that all-seeing eye of God watching me day and night to make sure I’m being a good little girl. It follows me through life. Not an eye of Goodness and Mercy, but of Judgment and Contempt.
I’m lost
It’s the 1980s. I’m 40-something. I claim I’m a follower of Jesus Christ. Yet I’m lost in fear, self-contempt, confusion, a judgmental spirit, and the vain belief that I can fix other people’s lives. If only they would just listen to me! Read the rest of this entry »
July 16, 2014
light-hearted gusts
light-hearted gusts send
brilliant cotton clouds tumbling
across sea-blue sky
* * * * *
the storm
passed last night
today’s air is clean, strong, heady Read the rest of this entry »
June 25, 2014
silouetted high
silhouetted high
atop a bare tree the dove
coos a mourning song
* * *
non-judgmental, calm, soothing
predictable, unhurried, hypnotic
soft, clear, ubiquitous
unobtrusive, gentle, alert
present, unyielding, quiet
reassuring presence of God
in, with, above, beneath, around and for
each aching, bewildered, terrified corner of our
hope-hungry world
with its everyday heartaches, pain, despair,
starvation, contempt, betrayals,
confusion and brokenness
God,
Grant us courage
to accept and to be present, quiet hope today
as one of your creatures
in just one corner of this tired old world
you still love so much.
Amen
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Haiku written 24 June 2014
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 25 June 2014
May 29, 2014
weeping branches
weeping branches brush
lightly against my face and
whisper sweet somethings
* * * * *
a weeping beech stands watch
near the cemetery Read the rest of this entry »
May 22, 2014
spring’s torrential rains
spring’s torrential rains
reshape the inner landscape
of my old-soul heart
Where am I?
What’s going on?
I feel lost on my own home ground
or is it found? Read the rest of this entry »
April 7, 2014
Survival Rules for Good Girls | Part 1 of 2
By the time I’m 7 or 8 years old, I have a daunting list of survival rules. Later they backfire in every part of my life. In the meantime, they have the virtue of seeming to get me through. Here they are, Read the rest of this entry »
March 27, 2014
small brown rabbit
small brown rabbit waits
alert before white headstone
Aslan on the move
* * * * *
Late summer
I’m on a morning walk
Passing by the cemetery
Telling the Truth 