Monday, August 27, 2007

Grief Makes Me Cranky

Rating: B

S has moved away to the midwest.
Father Rob Roy Rhudy has moved away to heaven.
This is my last week at this job. and yes, it's because I found an actual job that pays an actual salary and I'm just thrilled about it, but this project that I'm trying desperately to put to bed is just about Done.

And I know that the people around me are grieving, too, and that their grief is making them a little less reasonable than usual, and I am so unreasonable as to expect them to at least understand this about themselves and cop to it and stop taking it out on the blameless.

A round of compassion for the house!

I miss S.
I miss Father Rob.

This makes me quite cross.

Grief makes me cranky.

yours in the struggle,

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Yet Even

Rating: B, GT

All of us go down to the dust.
Yet even at the grave we make our song:
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia.

~The Book of Common Prayer

The sun shines hot and bright and mindless and
Father Rob is dead.
It is not to be understood.

I know
Yes I know I know
we all knew he had cancer
yes I know that thank you
I know he was in pain
and wore out
and my his our Redeemer lives
and we are still the Body of Christ and Rob still belongs to us
and we belong to him
and God is good [all the time] and the
good news is still
good when it doesn't feel good

the wind blows where it will and you I we
do not know where it comes from or where it is going
and Father Rob is dead
and it is not to be understood

kyrie eleison
Christe eleison
kyrie eleison

yours in the struggle,


Rating: ????

What is the sound of
One hand beating my brains out?
Thump. Ow! Thump. Quit it.

yours in the struggle,

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