Saturday, September 17, 2005


To give up (something formerly held dear); renounce: left entirely

Forsaken. I’ve been thinking a lot about that word lately.

Have you ever felt drawn into a word as a place to dwell for a time? It’s a useful way to escape when you don’t have time or money for alternatives.

The people of New Orleans were forsaken for days. Mothers, fathers, sons and daughters are dead. $20 billion zillion dollars after the fact doesn’t bring them back.

It reminds me of living through the first decade of AIDS when bodies fell like acorns off trees in New York and San Francisco. Forsaken acorns – millions more in Africa.

What was that hymn we sang in mass? ...”Whatsoever you do to the least of your brothers, so you do unto me”

If that’s true then Jesus has been taking it over a barrel for quite some time now and frequently in his own name.

Of course, he was forsaken too.


Dr. Deb said...

Well, said.
Forsaken is a word that hits me in the gut whenever I hear it.


Kranki said...

What a sad and lonely word.

Milliner's Dream, a woman of many "hats"... said...

Profound thought, EVI.Makes me think that as one who, as a spiritual person, has a relationship with God/Jesus (rather than following a religion or being religious) that he knows how we feel when we (or those in the Gulf states) are forsaken.


Julie Marsh said...

You hit upon a point I've been pondering since the hurricane hit and the first news reports starting coming in. Money is great, donations are kind, actual volunteers are saints (in a manner of speaking). But what we cannot give these people is TIME. So much that needed to happen, either in advance or immediately afterward, did not. And we can never get that back.