Old Things


Civilization is a stubborn child,
Learning by accident
What was not inherited,
What was forgotten as generations passed.

Culture rises and falls
And that which is new,
No matter how low,
Inevitably supersedes the old,
No matter how noble.

Now we are technological
And our children barely know what to do
With paper and pen,
With a book,
These old things,
Falling, falling away.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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Low Moments


In my low moments I feel it tugging me,
Tugging me.
Not so much when I was young,
Though at times it could be overpowering.
Not so much when I was middle-aged,
Though at times it could be overpowering.

Now,
As I enter my final days,
I feel it tugging me,
Tugging me,
Constantly,
Reminding me things are being worn out
That cannot be replaced.
Reminding me nothing can change the inevitable.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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I Think Of You


When I grow weary of you,
Thinking of you,
Longing for you,
Resigned to exhaustion and defeat,
I think of you.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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This Flower


I give you this flower,
Individual,
Containing all flowers,
Containing all my love,
Which cannot be contained.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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The Hardest Part


The beautiful place in my heart
I never knew,
Filled with the light of you,
The blinding joy . . .

The hardest part,
When the light turned off.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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Cacophony


. . . of making many books there is no end; and much study is a weakness of the flesh.

~ Ecclesiastes, Chapter XII, Verse 12



How fervent,
How intricately detailed our entreaties,
How reason-filled our requests,
How impassioned our pleas.

How many books have we made,
Filled with tiny words,
Preaching.
How many?

All these tiny words
Speaking on our behalf,
Speaking to instruct us,
Explaining,
Imploring.
From the beginning of the printed word,
The beginning of the spoken word.
How many?

Now, imagine you are God,
Imagine the cacophony.
Imagine your delight
In one single, solitary, silent prayer.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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