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About Elea Lee

Foster parent, adopting parent, family advocate, educator, homeschool parent

The Parables

Jesus knows that his beloved followers will need things to hold onto as they undergo the crushing persecution and ostracism of the first years (300ish) of Christianity.

So he gives them stories—stories so vivid and memorable and simple and beautiful that they can go back again and again to these stories to nourish them in the dark places they will find themselves in as followers of The Way.

The parable are rooms we can live in, stories we can inhabit, people and places and symbols we can return to again and again

As we wait in dark places

For the Return of the King.

The Keeper of Time

Why must I know what day it is in order to prove that I am cognizant?

Time is a shape shifting chameleon

Once a sundial or a watch of the night

Now it monitors the heart

Attempts to forecast the rain

And makes us feel the limits of the box we cannot bust out of on our own

Meanwhile

Eternity, the Infinite

Has already won.

You tell yourself

You tell yourself it will do no good

To acknowledge the child who floated in the beads of the ultrasound or the mantras of the obstetrical attending—

It is for her best not to know

Or the terrible error in calculating

The time it takes to unpack and repack a Pilot

A truck, an Accord, a house, a life

You tell yourself

It would have happened by now

The Icarus Moment

The violent fall

When an ordinary man walks into light eternal

Only to become it

We will all be changed

Some moments last for all

Eternity

I used to live in a country

I used to live in a country

Where people ate the soul and flesh of both men and animals

Fish dinners too terrible to recount

Little bears with amputated paws

So when you tell me

The living have lost their

Eyes, their lungs, their tongues, their voices, their unborn children

I will believe you

Even though I do not want to

Doppelgänger

Sarah? He asks on the street by the Rucker library

I look bewildered. No, not Sarah

You look so much like her!

Dark? Pretty? Young?

We never met

But recently it has been happening again—over and over

So many times

In Spanish and in other tongues—

Fatima? Esperanza? Rachel?

Who are they now?

Grey! Rumpled! Doughy!

We are a sisterhood across decades and barricades

The Sarahs by the library of now

Beauty behind, light ahead

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