Tag Archives: grace

why did you take my daddy – August 8

8.6.2017 [why did you take my daddy] why did you take my daddy away. at age two he could now talk and ask. six months earlier I had to tell him and his family that dad would never be coming … Continue reading

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wrinkly butts – June 20

6.20.2017 [wrinkly butts] we all have wrinkled butts now sags, lines, cleavages where we lost weight after our skin tone stopped bouncing back a sign of grace though, that when our butts were fat and bulgy we paid attention and … Continue reading

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his chair gets up – April 20

4.20.2017 his chairs gets up by itself   a button moves him into position   to rise, step, move out for bodily functions.   and yet his voice is clear   his eye sharp his listening full and present,   … Continue reading

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Good Friday – inexcusables – April 14

 robbery, rape, murder treason, theft, cruelty   mean kids bullying the weak, strong kids pushing their weight   a mother beating a vulnerable child, a father violating their innocence   when we are at our most despicable, totally inexcusable   … Continue reading

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our father – April 12

4.12.2017 I held his hand and we said the our father   the strength of his grip defying the frailty   holding on tight to claim the faith   that joins us as he awaits an end. ———————–

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interior work – March 8

3.8.2017 [interior work: reflections on a dream] he slides his hand into the jacket pocket an envelope partly folded, holding directions he no longer wants to follow   burdens, laid on by connection to connection that need letting go of. … Continue reading

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the son’s voice – February 6

2.6.2017 the son’s voice speaks years to the old man   moments of grace and joy between them   that he had never known with his own. ———————

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