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She’s Crying

03 Sunday Sep 2017

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Rising tides of insurmountable waves
Indiscriminate to zipcode and identification to a degree
Uncertainty and displacement
Helping hands extended in harm’s way
Humanity at a time when circumstance and situation require her best
Young and old
Equally dependent and deserving of a calming presence of safety and shelter
Flooded homes and dampened realities will yield to the power of hope and possibility
Created when one cares about others more than themselves
We must see the beauty in a difficult situation once again
Fleeting memories are etched with the trauma born from Harvey’s tears
Yet a city named Houston has been left to do the crying…

Through Loss We Find Strength

20 Friday Mar 2015

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As the years and memories fade and are reimagined
The loss of loved ones endure within us sentiments
Sentiments that recapture what those we’ve loved
have meant and continue to mean each and every day
Losing those whom you love is an inevitable part of living
A part of living that reminds us of how limited our physical time will be on this earth
Reminds us what we too easily forget
the importance not only of loving but being loved
Reminds us that the love we can offer is unique
And truly meaningful
A meaning that we often are painfully reminded of in memoriam
Through loss
We find strength
A strength to cry as we reflect
A strength to mourn as our hearts require
A strength to move one step forward through each tear and moment of sadness
Through loss
We find strength
A strength to share our memories for future generations to know
A strength to help fill a void that loss often creates
Not equally as our predecessor
but only as we can through what we carry with us of them
Through loss
We find strength
A strength that is forged through long nights and pillow soaked mornings
A strength forged through battles with depression and grief
A strength forged through allowing others to see our vulnerabilities
Through loss
We find strength
To continue
To remember
To share
To love
In order that we can continue to live
So that our love for them can too…

In Remembrance

21 Tuesday Oct 2014

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Taking moments to reflect on what others mean is essential to the growth that each of us should seek
Living up to the lofty expectations that we are ultimately heirs to requires that we commit ourselves
To a vision beyond ourselves
Beyond our egos
Beyond our fears
One that makes those who’ve come before us proud
We can never return to the past
yet we can invoke our memories of them
in the actions that we take in the present
In remembrance
We honor those who’ve fallen
Who’ve been laid to rest
Who’ve transcended their mortal bodies
Who’ve left an indelible mark on us in some profound way
In remembrance
We may plant a tree
Name a future child
Make a contribution in their honor
But most importantly,
We build on their legacy through our gifts
To the future
To the present
To humanity
We each have much to celebrate as we remember those whom we’ve lost
In the physical form
Yet, we hold them tighter within our hearts
In remembrance
With each passing day
I know that each of them protect me
Hear my heart
Comfort me as I long to see them again
My work is not done here as I have come to understand
In remembrance
I am reminded of how fleeting our lives really are
Yet, how impactful our impressions are and can be
on those we leave behind
In remembrance of them
I hope to leave behind much for others
when I rejoin them wherever they maybe
Until that fateful moment
I will continue to fashion
the strands that will be woven to tell my story
Thereby giving further life to their stories
Their memories
Their significance to me
in the ways in which I know how
through these timely key strokes
In remembrance

Emotionally Adrift

13 Friday Dec 2013

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The awkwardness of life circumstances
Often bewilder unsuspecting souls
Leaving them wondering what and why.
What is the purpose?
Why did or is it happening?
What can they learn from it?
Derivatives of what and why echo throughout my head and heart
As I grapple with the finality that life’s beginning always requires
Its ending
Grief is something that I know that I have experienced enough for several lifetimes but I know that for each day that I’m afforded
I’m ensured that the experience is not too distant for me to forget its potential return
This is why I continue to struggle with the meaning of personal attachments
We open ourselves up to the beauties of another’s journey
only to one day see it fade away
Whether expected or not
The pain of loss is one that I have yet to master
Ironically the pain of embracing seems to be even more painful for me
I see letting others close to me as a paradox that I’m no longer sure I wish to explore
Why and what, resurface in the most complex ways
Why do we need others in our lives so desperately?
Is something that confounds me and my current state
Why does embracing others into our worlds require such risks for such immeasurable rewards?
What does a life of exile offer us in contrast?
I rely on the thoughts of Said and Sarte to fill my void
Insofar
I still have not figured this out to any real conclusion
In moments of loss and potential gains
Seeds of existential thoughts permeate my realm
As the struggle for control of each circumstance is undertaken
So far the winner does not reside within my shell
Tormented by uncertainties that beg to be asked
Yet frightfully unwilling to seek out the answer
But for tiny increments of time
when I engage my thoughts and imagination
within the written word
I am free of all that burdens me
thereby
provided a release from all that haunts me
beyond what I normally share
Some see this as humanity at its core
I see it as an exercise that I’ve learned,
which seems like so long ago
In a sense this serves as a substitute for the inactivity that entraps me
A paralysis that is of my own doing
I suppose
Emotionally Adrift
This is a journey that I am and have committed myself to
for a plethora of reasons
However
I have yet to construct a path that fits the worlds of so many who I have come in contact with throughout this odyssey
I am not Ulysses
yet I now wonder if
I seek a modern day Penelope and Telemachus
for my own return from my peculiar internal wars
that seem to plague me as if I were in an era long ago
My armor consists of an air indifference to the casual onlooker
My weapon is a lyrical medley of articulations that flow via synapses
Linking eclectic renderings…

Personified Kindness (A Tribute to Janet Lisa Hoag Mieritz)

02 Saturday Nov 2013

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The passing of time triggers and often erodes memories
subtly chipping away at those things precious to us—in our worlds
yet if we are lucky
we come across those special few
who touch our lives in the most impressive ways
Over the course of my lifetime
I have had the pleasure of that experience
yet with that pleasure
comes the immense pain
that losing that important figure brings
While focusing on the meaningful and pleasurable memories of those
who have etched themselves
within our hearts and minds
the seemingly insurmountable void is left
for us to acknowledge
through grieving, tribute, and cherishing
all that our minds and hearts can muster
As I painfully write these words
I, too, attempt to do all that I’m suggesting

Janet Lisa Hoag Mieritz was one of those persons for me
Her bridled fierceness was one that I admired
The gentle way in which she would remind me of my significance
in the most opportune moments
She was and remains a gift
that was shared with me during a pivotal time in my development
I didn’t always understand or fully appreciate her significance
I now realize but I’m sincerely thankful nonetheless
Your expressed pleasantries
spoke to me in the midst of occupying a space that structurally sought to strip
most, if not all, of its participants
of our humanity something precious to each and everyone of us
and from time to time
we are fortunate
to meet or have others who affirm it
in ways in which we may never have thought we needed nor were possible
Personified kindness
is not lost on those of us
who are at least remotely conscious of the blessings placed within our lives.
Personified kindness
emanates from the souls of special people
Personified kindness
was and remains in my memories of my friend,
Janet Lisa Hoag Mieritz