Gotta have a heart. Lots and lots of heart. The turkey is saved this year. No pope’s nose for me. For the past years, I started a tradition with my neighbor to celebrate Thanksgiving, potluck style. Since my next door … Continue reading
wearing the same outfit
black turtle neck, black jacket, black coat. Can I tell the difference?
young and older,
spitting image. It was Remembrance Day. Father was in town for the legion
to commemorate Remembrance Day. Where have you been hiding this young lady?
asked Father to Son. Where have you been hiding your father?
a thought I kept to myself for the Son. He was an army pilot during World War II. Father survived the war,
got married, raised a
family of four. I was happy to meet Father but
death came to soon. He died
in his own
hands. Why? Have you seen a
grown man cry?
Son was inconsolable. In Father’s bedroom
there I sat on his bed and lit
a candle to say a little prayer
and left the candle burning
by the bedside table. WHO LIT A CANDLE! Scream came out of Son’s mouth
hush, it was me, hush
wishing I could take away his
pain. Thanksgiving Day
time to scatter the ashes on top
of the mountain
overlooking the lake. One by one
the family took handful of ashes
blown to smithereens
carried by the wind. Mine placed in a small container
for Father’s ashes to bury him
at the cemetery. At the foot of the Sakura tree
is where I buried his ashes
near Mother’s resting place. Father’s bible was given to me
in memory of Son’s Father. There is no answer to Why. Remembrance Day
will always remind
me of Father and Son. Related articles
- Remembrance Day (skylarcook01.wordpress.com)
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Is there really a Turkey in Russia?
I have no religious overtones, yet like many creatures blessed with the great fortune of being alive I strive to find meaning and purpose in my seemingly complex existence. It is towards these ends that I struggle with great effort.
Thank you, Rick.
not one who prepares his mind
for a particular message that he
wants or expects to hear,
but is one who remains empty
because he knows that he can never
expect to anticipate the words
that will transform his
darkness into light. He does not demand
light instead of darkness. He waits on the Word of God
and when he is “answered,”
it is not so much by a word
that burst into his silence. It is by his silence itself,
revealing itself to him as
a word of great power,
full of the voice of God. Thomas Merton from Dialogues with Silence
Source: Parabola Fall 2004 page 71