Posts Tagged ‘life’

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Sycamore, my brother, my child

How I long to be connected with you,

and we are, I do know,

but life is so funny, so fragile, so fast,

how do I keep up and let the moments last?

I find myself so wrapped up in me

that it becomes hard to just float

with you.

So many things in my mind come and go,

the days are broken yet very sweet.

I am looking for peace within myself

so that I can live in the moment with you.

I know it is hard to understand

why sometimes I am here

and others I am gone.

Always I love you.  You have my respect.

I admire you so,

your strength and your ways.

Can you feel it, young boy,

do you know where I stand?

I hope so because you deserve so much,

it is my intention, my lasting hope,

that you feel this man who is now your father,

to understand the love that pours forth

and shines upon you.

I will continue to strive to be here for you.

I will continue to love you as this life unfolds

and I will pray that when you look back

you will be able to know that your father

was always so proud to be

connected to YOU.

There is a little sparrow that lives in the United Express terminal here in Texas.  At first I thought he was trapped… but my mind has mostly changed on that.  This little bird has adapted well to his new environment.  He is afraid of nothing.  He rubs his beak brashly against the plastic arm rests of the regimented, narrow setting benches as if they were branches of a flowering Dogwood tree.  This fierce bird hustles scraps of food from sensitive souls and leaves fine little trails of bird shit at the edges of his modified perches.  He is an odd contrast to this almost exclusively human microcosm.  The incessant ranting and raving over the loudspeaker seems not to bother him.  Perhaps it sounds to him like bird song does to us.  Maybe not.  This bird is a magician, a top class character who adds an interesting flavor to what surely must just be temporary madness.  When I first entered this chaotic terminal I thought the bird needed to be saved.  After spending some time in his presence I realize that it is only us who are in need of salvation.

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Eternity… a poem.

Posted: September 9, 2013 in Spiritual
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It was there

by the golden shore

with God’s fine light

casting long shadows

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that I became overwhelmed

by the prospect

of eternity.

The full weight of it

hit me with a force

equal to or greater than

the Vatican’s vast darkness.

I thought to myself,

“Holy shit, man!  You are doomed

to meander this twisted realm

for a long time to come!”

And then, with blood pumping in my veins,

I sauntered off…

into my fate.