Category: Grief

Perhaps because

perhaps because
it is Autumn
I think of my mother

the season when
her last illness
began many years ago
and the trees
outside her hospital
window

I read to her
from the Psalms
and poets she would
know from long ago
and new poets too

most of all
I remember her faith
and unconditional love
that is with me still

From the Psalms:

Lord, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty:
neither do I exercise myself in great matters,
or in things too high for me.

Surely I have behaved and quieted myself,
as a child that is weaned of his mother:
my soul is even as a weaned child.

Psalm 131: 1 – 2





From Psalm 4

Hear me when I call,
O God of my righteousness:

thou hast enlarged me
when I was in distress;

have mercy upon me, and
hear my prayer.

Psalm 4: 1 (KJV)
I arranged the lines for this post, from the archives.

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From Psalm 27

Wait on the LORD:
be of good courage,
and he shall strengthen thine heart:
wait, I say, on the LORD.

Psalm 27: 14

Ellen Grace Olinger

with art we can keep

with art we can keep
what may seem lost
create with faith
the best we can

My father taught history, and my mother taught English composition and literature. Every day includes both. And there were peonies in the yard. Grateful today.

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