Senior Citizen Haiku

 Help me up, my friend.

I want up, my bones say no.

Glory Be! Gravity!

Straight Roads Made Crooked

You haven't heard from me in a while because I've been traveling the Lincoln Highway. Yes, I've been reading Amor Towle's The Lincoln Highway.  And loving it.  I love Towle's characterization.  Each one of his characters were endearing, to me.  I wish I knew them.  Their adventures were often "hair raising." The morality was interesting and often thought provoking.  The plot was simple, but convoluted.  It reminded me of the expression, "You can't get there from here."

Keep life simple and true to yourself.  Always be kind.  That's the way to live, just like the best characters in Lincoln Highway.

Redemptive Suffering

 Jesus' suffering on the cross is the epitome of redemptive suffering.  He willing suffered because He loves us.  This came to mind, tonight, as I froze my butt off, watching my granddaughter play softball.  The game didn't get over till 8:30 pm.  The field's lights were on.  It was dark!  I was wrapped in a blanket and couldn't stop shivering.  

Why did I do it?  That's what parents and grandparents do for their loved ones.  They suffer out of love.  This also is redemptive suffering.  

Besides the fact, that even though these girls are sixth graders, I don't see any improvement in their playing, since they played Tee Ball.  When they throw; they overthrow.  They never catch anything.  Their pitchers walk everybody because they can't find the strike zone.  OY.  See, redemptive suffering.  

Stay Above the Fray

 A few days ago I posted the poem I chose for "My Favorite Poem" Event, at the library.  It was "How Can I Keep From Singing."  Yesterday, President Donald Trump was almost assassinated, again.  The war with Iran and Lebanon is still going on.  Never mind, the numerous conflicts in Africa and drug wars in Mexico.  I'm sure there are more situations I haven't named.  Again, "How Can I Keep from Singing," comes back to mind.  

I guess I'll resurrect my mantra, "All is passing.  Only God abiding."

Ba-BOOM!

 Dr. Takashi Nagai was a doctor who studied radiation.  Fate placed him in Nagasaki when the atomic bomb was dropped.  Being a sincere Catholic convert, his faith perspective saved him from despair and anger.  His wife was killed instantly, with her rosary melted intwined in her hand.  His children survived but were sick, as he.  

The book, The Bells of Nagasaki, takes us threw that fateful day.  He was working when a blinding light, change of atmosphere, wind--it's hard to describe, threw everyone here and there.  Some people were blown far away--dead.  Dr. Nagai was buried under debris and gradually worked his way out.  Those that survived tended to the wounded.  "The blind leading the blind."  They did what they could.

The most interesting part of the story is Dr. Nagai's eulogy.  The was thankful for the end of the war.  He was thankful for a stop of his country's suicide nationalism.  He thanked God for a new chance.  He thanked God for taking his wife and friends home.  

May we all have his perspective in tragedy.

Crazy Secrets

I'm spending a small fortune on Glenn Cooper Books.  I couldn't find them in my library or the Minuteman Library network, as books.  They were available, however on Hoopla.

With a little help from a librarian friend, I connected and read, Library of the Dead by Glenn Cooper.  As usual lately, life was put on hold, while I read. At first, I thought I was reading a book of short stories.  There seemed to be three stories.  It begins in Medieval times, in a Benedictine monastery.  The next story is the usual degenerate hero that Glenn Cooper has his readers lusting to meet.  This hero is Will, an FBI agent.  Lastly, the reader finds herself in Area 51--UFO land.

Once they all meet, it makes sense.  As usual, the book is a fast-paced thriller.  I think Will is in other books.  If so, I'll keep you updated.

Accidents

 I heard this poem today that made me think of the novel "Hare."  The poet, Norman Maccaig ran over a hare.  We have all run over a squirrel, skunk, rabbit, etc.  One time I hit a bird, rather a bird hit my windshield, and once a dog ran into my car.  

This poem, Interruption to a Journey, states simple facts, but relives how I felt. It does this by meter.  At least, that what I think.  This is a simple experience, probably all of us have experienced.  But the way it is written adds depth.  We are forced to think about it.  Only a poem can do justice to this experience. When we harm a living creature, it shouldn't be a small thing.  Accidents change something.  It leaves us in a different landscape.

The hare we had run over Bounced about the road On the springing curve Of its spine.

Cornfields breathed in the darkness, We were going through the darkness and The breathing cornfields from one Important place to another.

We broke the hare's neck And made that place, for a moment, The most important place there was, Where a bowstring was cut And a bow broken forever That had shot itself through so many Darknesses and cornfields.

It was left in that landscape. It left us in another.