Every Damn Day


OK,
So there is no Santa Claus
And there’s no Santa Claus god,
Because even though my neighbor with the new Mercedes
Swears God personally wanted him to have that car,
There’s all these little children,
Stricken,
Suffering,
Dying in droves.

So,
God says,
“You’re on your own Earthlings!”
But still we pray for just a little advice,
A hot tip:
“Come on God, just a hint?”
And maybe you get a revelation.

Me,
I just get a headache,
And no matter how hard I try
It’s the same old me,
Every damn day,
Still trying to have a meaningful conversation
With God.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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What Next?


Amphibians,
No so long ago.

What next?

More than what we make,
What we own.
Something undiscovered
About what we are,
What we might be,
Without device.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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If when I die
My grandparents are there,
(Where?)
There to greet me,
My saintly grandparents
Who were always fair,
Who never told a lie,
Who were always kind,
If they are there to greet me,
(Where?)
If they ask me about my life,
This earthly life I’ve been living
Since their passing,
How can I explain the vulgarity
That has invaded our lives,
The acceptance of moral decay
As entertainment,
The rabid defense of ignorance,
The willful deceit,
The ego-fed certainty
Of a people who have lost their way?

What would I say?


~ Russ Allison Loar
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Do Not Know


Look backward,
Look forward,
Then,
Know,
Then,
Do not know.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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