something other than myself by Father Luke

July 7, 2009 by Scot

A sheriff is diverting traffic.

A mother bear is trying
to drag her dead cub off the highway.

Nothing is more important to me now
than slowing to a stop, and allowing another
their grief.

We are, all of us,
so alone.

Posted in Father Luke | Tagged Father Luke, poetry | 8 Comments

on July 7, 2009 at 5:22 pm | Reply Doug Draime

father luke –

hands down the best poem so far on the deuce. outstanding, brother.
on July 7, 2009 at 9:54 pm | Reply Hosh

Ah…one of my favorites. Good show.
on July 8, 2009 at 11:47 pm | Reply William Taylor Jr.

This one gets me everytime I read it.
on July 10, 2009 at 1:10 am | Reply nochipa-darlene

Just wanted to say how much I love this. Wow, such a capturing of emotions without sentimentality!
on July 15, 2009 at 12:50 am | Reply Father Luke

Thanks y’all.

I should retire, now.
Or maybe write more.

Decisions, decisions.

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Okay,
Father Luke
on December 1, 2009 at 12:51 pm | Reply Angel Zapata

Got here late, but this poem is pure magic. My mouth dropped open in awe.
on December 2, 2009 at 4:45 am | Reply Father Luke

Thanks, Angel. Nice blog you have.

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Okay,
Father Luke
on March 9, 2010 at 9:12 pm | Reply lostpoem

beautiful.