Saying The Word
It’s easy not to believe,
To scoff at the personification of God,
The majestic bearded man
Who decides everything,
The prayer specific saints,
The miraculous interceding angels,
The signs and symbols.
But alone in the dark,
Surrounded by the suffering of this world
I find myself praying,
Saying the word.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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Guardian
She walks among us,
Taking physical form for a moment,
Watching.
But when I am particularly low,
When my light is flickering,
She comes closer,
Smiles into my eyes,
Deep,
And I am renewed.
Only later do I realize,
I have seen her again.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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I See Them
There was a rabbit
Loose in the grove.
She taught me how to enter
The silence of its fear
So it would know
My innocence.
There was an old clock
Whose tic and toc
Was heard by those
Who could only imagine me.
She taught me how to travel
Through the sound
Into their hearts.
In spring her orchard was full
Of birds and butterflies.
She pressed her warm fingers
Over my eyes and said:
See from where
All pretty things come.
Her old Siamese
Loved his pie-pan milk
Steaming on the back porch.
One winter he was gone.
I remembered how still he sat
With folded paws
And cloud-blue eyes.
Looking into heaven
He finally found his way,
She whispered,
Close your eyes
And see him.
I see them.
~ Russ Allison Loar
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