Listen to your heart and give yourself the time to blossom. Choose to live life to its fullest and don't be afraid to try new things. Most of all do no harm.
What matters now
There are so many things to accomplish and so little time. The interests of our lives tend to peak and valley like the seasons. So I try to do what matters most today at that moment. Sometimes I miss the mark let’s face it I can be self absorbed. However that’s ok because sometimes I get the chance to make it right (God willing).
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Christmas 2009
Crickets back story
Monday, December 7, 2009
Crickets
On the old window seal
That ghostly hovers high
From entangled grapevine
Mr. Cricket plays his harmonies tune
Lazily hopping around my room
Keeping busily out of sight
Calling his love in the blue moon light
Shadows fold into the light
A front door creaks out of sight
This old house has no more fight
It’s become part of nature’s plight
The vine and oak standing still
Whistling tunes from the hill
Will she come to his song?
Or has she been hiding here all along
Seasons of Feather back story.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Seasons of Feather
Feathering through the summer.
Fall and winter are only a blur.
And yet full circle seasons turn.
With clover breaking dust-coloured fields.
The spoils of the victory for birds of the feather.
Pounding with feet and pecking with beak.
Posed for their equidistant dance.
Cool rain sings for the blistering heat.
Who calls to the early dusk?
Fly high; fly high, my shadow fly high.
For the cold wind blows tonight!
No songs will I sing until spring.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Light House back story
I wanted to give just a little background on my Poem Light House. This poem kind of has two meanings. For me if you read it you will get the sense that it is spiritual in its context which in some ways it is. However, I wrote this completely with my wife in mind. This takes me back to our first few years in our marriage when I was very selfish and self centered. She has truly been the beacon of light that has brought me out of the darkness.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Light House
Cast out and abandoned
I was closed, cold as a stone.
Then you came along
and like a child fingering a pebble
you put me in your hands.
Slowly you pulled and peeled
away the hard exterior.
Exposing the soft tissues of my heart,
opening me up to your sunshine,
Giving me the life I needed.
And as you set me down
and watched me take root.
You stayed and nurtured me
through the storms in life.
So whenever I’m lost I
simply look for the light
that shines from your house.