tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-335473592024-03-17T19:59:32.772-07:00Writing About God.comEmbracing AllRuss Allison Loarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757215252727321125noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33547359.post-27026407942094610682024-03-16T12:04:00.000-07:002024-03-16T12:04:02.133-07:00A Language<br />
The mind says,<br />
Listen to me, I will explain everything.<br />
<br />
The heart says,<br />
I understand, but my feelings are unchanged.<br />
<br />
The mind says,<br />
This is God and this is life,<br />
All is explained.<br />
<br />
The heart says,<br />
I speak a language you do not understand,<br />
A language without words.<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://russallisonloar.com/"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS; font-size:90%;color:#0066CC;">~ Russ Allison Loar</a></span><br />
<span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS; font-size:90%;color:#0066CC;">© All Rights Reserved</span>Russ Allison Loarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757215252727321125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33547359.post-16831737029181368562024-03-09T12:37:00.000-08:002024-03-09T12:37:19.047-08:00The Long March<br />
You can march to the left,<br />
You can march to the right,<br />
You can march down the middle<br />
And dream of your perfect world<br />
Where everyone knows the truth.<br />
<br />
You can march to the left,<br />
You can march to the right,<br />
You can march down the middle<br />
But as long as you believe<br />
You are right<br />
And all the rest are wrong<br />
You’ll be marching long,<br />
You’ll be marching long.<br />
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<br />
<a href="http://russallisonloar.com/"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS; font-size:90%;color:#0066CC;">~ Russ Allison Loar</a></span><br />
<span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS; font-size:90%;color:#0066CC;">© All Rights Reserved</span>Russ Allison Loarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757215252727321125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33547359.post-90374428475725432472024-03-02T14:22:00.000-08:002024-03-02T14:22:31.697-08:00Another Temporary Visitor<br />
I knew when he walked into the coffee shop,<br />
When this tall black man hesitated before sitting down,<br />
Casting a wide, smiling inspection of the dozen or so diners,<br />
So pleased to be in our company,<br />
So joyful to be among the living,<br />
I knew he was back from the grave,<br />
Now seeing the everyday world through the eyes of a child,<br />
Entranced by the sound of talking and laughing.<br />
<br />
What was once so ordinary was now extraordinary.<br />
He’d crossed the line between life and death,<br />
Then crossed back again.<br />
<br />
I wouldn’t be surprised if he were some kind of angel,<br />
Taking physical form for a day to see and be seen,<br />
To marvel at the magic of human existence.<br />
<br />
How long did he have before returning?<br />
And to where?<br />
I wonder.<br />
How long do I have?<br />
<br />
He smiled at me as I walked by on my way out,<br />
Recognizing, acknowledging another temporary visitor.<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://russallisonloar.com/"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS; font-size:90%;color:#0066CC;">~ Russ Allison Loar</a></span><br />
<span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS; font-size:90%;color:#0066CC;">© All Rights Reserved</span>Russ Allison Loarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10757215252727321125noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33547359.post-62779442843457299382024-02-24T13:47:00.000-08:002024-02-24T14:02:38.151-08:00Tribunal<br />
What are the first words I’ll say<br />
After I die,<br />
When I have awakened into the afterlife,<br />
Still possessing this eternal self that I am?<br />
<br />
All the details of my most recent incarnation<br />
Sharpened somehow by my passing,<br />
Stripped of repression.<br />
<br />
What will I say<br />
When all things undone,<br />
All obligations unfulfilled,<br />
All unrealized ambitions and dreams,<br />
All my weaknesses,<br />
All my sins,<br />
Present themselves for explanation why,<br />
Why they were willfully ignored,<br />
Buried,<br />
Considering the generous amount of years granted.<br />
<br />
I see myself confronted,<br />
Standing before some kind of tribunal,<br />
All my memories fully restored.<br />
I gasp for breath<br />
And try to speak.<br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://russallisonloar.com/"><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS; font-size:90%;color:#0066CC;">~ Russ Allison Loar</a></span><br />
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