This poem came to mind yesterday.
First published 10 Feb 2015, it captures the vulnerability of a lonely soul.
Lost and looking for relief in all the wrong places.
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searching for myself
lost somewhere out there
in your eyes your smile
your listening ear
your approval your tenderness
your dream for me Read the rest of this entry »
Your description of life after you got a vent is beyond painful. I wonder what would happen if this letter—this epistle from Diane—were read from the pulpit in church this Sunday? Or any Sunday? Read the rest of this entry »
This is the last piece Diane wrote for her friends about ALS. I’ll respond next Friday. It’s a longer piece, definitely tough reading. Partly because it’s about her; mostly because it’s about us. Read the rest of this entry »
~~~~~Skyline Memorial Gardens, Portland, Oregon
I’m drifting
Tumbling through air
I reach for support
Search for you
But you elude me
Lost in sorrow and regret.
Are you lonely
without your Girls?
What can I offer
you now?
I’m not sure.
Maybe this will do
I want to write to you
Now and then
To tell you what’s happening
What I’m thinking about
What I’d like to ask you
Or say to you today
I don’t have a plan
I’m looking for
your heart so
mine can
rest.
Elouise
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© Elouise Renich Fraser, 2 December 2014
Photo Credit: DAFraser, September 2014
silhouetted high
atop a bare tree the dove
coos a mourning song
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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
As boyfriends go, grades 5 to 7 were my Golden Girl Years. Artie was it. I felt a little attraction toward him—especially when he gave me gifts. But it was miniscule compared to his pursuit of me which included regular pleas for me to ‘help’ him with his homework.
Artie was my only designated boyfriend before I went to college at age 16. In fact, I arrived at college without having had one single date. This doesn’t mean I was oblivious to boys. Here’s my annotated true confessions list of boys Read the rest of this entry »
house-bound dog peers out
at park space green trees people–
front door closed locked barred
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I grew up with a fierce need to be right,
a heavy dose of fear and Read the rest of this entry »
Short answer: No. Nothing you say or do will change this family rule. The other answer always freaked me out and embarrassed me. No, because bodily contact between women and men when they dance and are not married to each other mimics sexual intercourse. The first step down the path of moral destruction. Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 