My mom, Raynette Forister Eitel, passed away in September of 2022, drifting away into dementia. It was tragic to watch this woman who loved words, who was a poet, fade away into wordlessness after a lifetime of crafting poetry.
To honor her, I’m sharing some of her poems.
To read more of her poems, keep coming back here.
Faith
Raynette Eitel
You see, faith is the thing
So it doesn’t matter
Who derides you,
Who places a crown of thorns
On your head
Or hands you a cross to carry.
When you know
Someone turned water into wine,
And you are sure
Stones can be rolled away
From caves where the dead sleep
And One who was put there didn’t stay,
You don’t need to see it.
You have that peace
Coming from understanding
That holding evidence in your hand
And storing evidence in your heart
Are not equal
In order to believe it.
You know it is true
The same way you know
A rainbow will
Fill the sky after a rain
To make certain you remember about faith.
Writing Rhetorically 