Why One And Not The Other?

Easier to understand when we were animals,
Without the grace of modern civilization,
Without protection,
Easier to understand the random hand of fate,
Pulling one down,
Pushing another up.
But now,
When so many millions are safe,
When so many millions are not,
I have yet to discover,
Why one and not the other?

~ Russ Allison Loar
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In Motion

Was it only yesterday?
This flower was a bud
In a small translucent glass vase
That once belonged to my grandmother,
A passionate gardener whose flowers were her children.

Was it only yesterday?
This flower was a bud.
This flower is a bloom.
It opened quickly yet I did not see it move,
Even though I must have passed by
A dozen times or more.

Seen or unseen,
All is in motion in this inconstant world,
All the little children,
In the blink of an eye,

~ Russ Allison Loar
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At Any Moment

If I told you I’d found paradise
And knew the way there
It would be partly true.

Yes, I’ve been there,
On occasion.
I get back there,
Once in a while.

But if I spent my days
Lecturing about paradise
As if it were the house in which I lived,
Then, that would be a lie.

I live in the real world
Which contains all possible sorrows
And joys,
At any moment,
In no particular order.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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An Angel's Plight

I cannot tell you the nature of my birth.
My countenance is but a mirror,
Reflecting your imagination,
Without human substance.

To say I am born of God
Is less than Adam’s rib,
Without lineage.

In my mind there is only being.

There was no infancy,
No cradling,
No mother’s soft cooing.

I am filled with envy
And my desire is insatiable,
The desire for love,
Love that must be earned by good works,
By intercession.

So I listen and I am called
And I answer as best I can,
Only able to influence,
Not change,
The course of any human event.

I hunger for that connection,
That bond with a grieving heart,
A heart so wounded that at last I am called,
Yet so often abandoned after healing has begun,
After joy has returned,
After the Earthly distractions come flooding back,
Severing the connection,
Casting me out once again,
Lonely winged messenger that I am.

~ Russ Allison Loar
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