Evelyn Klebert

Hello out there! I just wanted to announce that I’ve been updating my Always Halloween Page. In addition to a lengthy rather creepy story called The Soul Shredder I’ve added a new slide show of pictures I took at some famous New Orleans Cemeteries. So if anyone is need of a little Halloween in May, please stop by.

He is dressed in his finery,
a welcome consort.
One who will spin you adroitly
in twists and unexpected turns on the dance floor.
He will listen to your grievances,
be a constant companion if you so desire.
Fanning the flames of resentment, anger,
even blind and insane hatred if you wish to travel so far.
But if in a moment one can obtain distance,
and notice that the path traveled
with this stalwart companion makes no progress,
but wraps itself round in a deceptive circle.
Old ground disguised as new, is retread,
old grievances unhealed, and inflamed to infection.
He is a grand one, a compelling companion,
dressed in his finery disguised to please,
who keeps you a well fed prisoner,
well fed with poisons that will only fester.
Poisons and wasted energy that would be
better spent in traveling with purpose,
with progress,
beyond this particular horizon.

It’s really hard to see,
through an infant’s eyes,
the world around seems so confined.
But there are hands there to keep you safe,
a voice and arms
that teach this new world is truly filled
with kindness and love.
It’s really hard to remember,
as the rush of living wants to sweep you along,
remember that somewhere there is an anchor,
a soul who continually gives more than it ever asks,
who takes joy and pride
in every step forward,
and comforts
through every fall.
It’s easy to forget,
when your own life’s dramas take center stage,
that there is always someone there,
watching, praying, hoping,
in your corner always.
Someone who doesn’t seek anything,
but always celebrates your triumphs,
someone who always sees you as a blessing,
someone who truly is your blessing.

One of those days
when thinking becomes wrapped around a pole.
Crazy thoughts become sane in the filtered light,
and wild emotions look justified in the setting sun.
For that crazy moment,
the world tilts,
and danger lurks so close,
beckoning a rash, faltering, flawed decision.
One breath, one minute, one hour holding back
makes all the difference.
In one night’s sleep calmness creeps in again,
sanity begins to balance perspective,
and thinking straightens out.
What a blessing,
just to wait,
wait to act,
before you send forward something
that can’t be taken back.