Memorial

I just finished reading Ian Morgan Cron*s new book: Jesus, My Father, the CIA, and Me: A memoir... of sorts.  I loved it.  I recommend it.  Highly recommend it.  Read it.  

I looked up Ian*s blog (iancron.com)  Today he invites his readers to come up with a six word memoir.  Since I am a fan of saying as much as possible in as few words as possible... thinking that I will take up less space somehow, yet be heard more (there*s a fallacy here... we are all meant to take up space, and fill it... probably this will be a later reflection... but not today).  But anyway... six words offer an appealing format.  And an interesting way to approach this weekend.  Mine?  
Seeking
Finding Grace.  
Always a surprise.

The flags have been at half-mast

Since mid-week.

It is Memorial Day weekend,

Promised warm eventually

Unbearably hot by Monday.

The beginning to summer but first

We remember death

More it seems

than the war-dead.

An odd but true way to enter summer,

End school,

Juxtapose commencement speeches

Of famous and not-so-famous people

At college launchings

Everywhere.

The pile-up

Words of wisdom

Famous last words.

I am invited to write

A six word memoir on a blog.

It reminds me of haiku.

There is something satisfying

In counting syllables.

Six words to sum up the trajectory

Of a life

At the beginning of summer.

Make it personal.

Make it general.

Make it true.

Count the words.

Raise the flag.

Make it true.