Forgotten


I’ve forgotten the future,
Replaced my remembrances
With wishes, dreams, hope,
With unanchored imagination,
Convinced, somehow,  the future is malleable,
That I have choices and unforeseen consequences
Which will shape my life
And the lives of those around me.

I’ve forgotten the future,
And no matter what they say,
Everyone else has forgotten the future too. 


~ Russ Allison Loar
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Connected


The reason
Why your busy ambitions
Amuse,
Is connected to
The reason
Why I sit outside this evening
In an old lawn chair,
Fanning away insects
And the gentle breeze of thought.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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Intervention


My love is leaving,
Going on an errand without me.
She grabs her purse,
Heads for the door,
And I wonder,
Is this the last day of her life?

I urgently say,
“Drive careful!”

Should I delay her departure
With idle conversation,
Interrupting some calamitous chain of events?

Or would my interference set events in motion
Threatening accident and harm?

Whatever comes,
I will feel responsible
For what I did,
Or what I did not do,
Wondering,
In a thousand different ways,
Can I truly guide the hand of fate,
At all?



~ Russ Allison Loar
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The Stray


The stray cat waiting outside your door,
Testing your compassion,
Your humanity.

For I was hungry and you gave me food.
I was thirsty and you gave me drink.
I was a stranger and you took me in.

Meow.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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Confession


All the knowledge
I have so carefully gathered
For so many years,
All my opinions,
My experiences,
Achievements,
All that I am
Means so very little
Compared to the touch of your hand,
The sound of your voice,
Confessing love.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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Conditional


Waiting,
Listening,
Praying for divine guidance,
As long as the holy message
Conforms
With certain theological predilections
And does not require
Too much humility.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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Time Keeper


I am the one who turns back time
This chilly gray morning
While wife and children slumber
In the hibernation of Sunday.

I sneak like a tooth fairy
From room to room,
Setting back clocks,
Slipping another hour of sleep
Silently under their pillows,
Hastening the darkening of a season
Already too dark for my timeless soul.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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