Thursday, August 19, 2021

My Son

 

I want to write, what can I say?

Although I watch you everyday

I see your smile and bright blue eyes

Your goofy grin that hypnotize

Your zest for life while still so young

Your adventures have just begun

Sweet innocence and pure delight

At simple things, a brand new sight

The whole wide world, it seems so small

Can’t hold my love for you at all

Through joy and tears my love will grow

How much, my son, you’ll never know

Friday, August 13, 2021

A Common Misconception

 

A common misconception

One I’ve quite often heard

That we are owed anything

A thought I find absurd

Of course, there is the paycheck

Exchange for our days sweat

As it’s out entitlement

With gratitude it’s met

But what we deserve in life

I feel is for debate

What one considers golden

Another reprobate

The standard we hold ourselves

Is subject to each eye

The true measure that we have

Set by Heaven, it’s high

Quite impossible to reach

Those who try can attest

Your most satisfied day’s work

No better than the rest

When our rewards don’t match up

To the prize we knew was ours

We rage and storm away

Cursing the days and hours

I suggest we stop right now

Look at what’s in our hands

Everything that’s ours in life

Is not ours, understand?

They are our gifts to care for

To cherish and help grow

However long it lasts us

However long we know

Do we deserve these blessings?

I’d wager we cannot

How much good could I have done

To earn the sleeping tot

Who rests deep within my arms

His sole reliance, me?

Was I order this joy in life?

And some would disagree

Our focus should be less on

What we might think is fair

Instead you will go further

Counting blessings everywhere

The Beast

 

It had been taunting me for weeks. I knew not it’s ultimate goal but I believed it had ill intentions. I certainly did not wish it any harm. We were stuck together. Forced to cohabitate. Not by choice, of course, but I was determined to make the best of our situation. The trouble was, I did not know the beast’s language. There were times I felt we had made a positive connection and even after a few quiet moments of interaction I thought perhaps a breakthrough had been made. But somehow or another, without fail, I would leave with fresh wounds and a confused mind.

I still remember our first meeting. It was late that night and I had been preparing for the next day. Little did I know, everything was about to change. The alarms went off, alerting me of the new presence. At first, it was timid. The beast was curious of its new surroundings and even allowed me to greet it. But that moment was fleeting. Thinking back, I wish I had known how to convey proper salutations. Surely there was a universal language of some kind we could agree on. But it was the first day. Perhaps, the beast would warm up to me and I could finally enjoy some comradery. It was certainly lonely at times, even when I was deep in training. Could this new being become my ally, nay even a friend?

But any hopes I had of forming a bond were slashed the next morning. I arose from my bed chamber and went out, excited to greet the beast. I even brought it a food offering, wishing to convey my heartfelt intentions. After a moment, it approached, hesitantly. With bated breath, I sat motionless, praying that this beast would accept the gift. I watched as it crept silently toward me and began to eat. Elated, I reached out to show my gratitude, but was met with blood. It had attacked, and in a flash, had disappeared. Disappointed, I mopped up my wounds. Perhaps, it had suffered a trauma from where ever it had dwelled before. I needed to gain its trust.

Each day my offerings were rejected again and again. One might consider me a fool. Clearly this beast did not need my companionship and I should let it be. But I was determined to show it I meant no harm. I was stuck here in this wild prison, and I had none other to keep me company. Not until this mysterious beast appeared, giving me hope. Or was it despair? The two were trading places in my mind so often I was beginning to lose sight of which was the truth.

Occasionally, the beast was tired and I would bravely approach it. Of course, by this point, it might be considered stupidity. But in that rare moment when it’s guard was down and it let me in, I bowed before it, barely able to hide my glee. It accepted my open hand. The beast, though powerful as it had proved itself to be, had a gentle side that exuded calm. I felt most tranquil when it allowed me to come close.

As my wounds became scars, constant reminders of my thoughtlessness, I began to develop a sixth sense about the creature. Almost like a voice raising alarm when the beast’s hackles would rise. I would jump back immediately, missing only inches of the beast’s graze. But even then, I felt it was beginning to accept me. It had to know we were in this together. To the death.

One evening, months after our first encounter, I saw the beast resting out in the open. I paused. Was this a sign of acceptance? Had it finally allowed its guard to be set aside? With great exhilaration, before I could stop myself, I had rushed the creature. My arms open wide in an attempt to show I had nothing to hide. I found myself colliding with the furry beast, my hands gripping around it, forcing it to accept me. Alarms went off in my head, dire warnings to back away. I had gone too far. I was going to undo months of work.

 

“Luke! Let the cat go! She’s going to scratch you again!” The mother screamed at the toddler. He barely acknowledged her, only gripping tighter the tail of the violently hissing feline. The mother bounded over to the scene, yanking the little boy off the cat, who then raced away into the shadows.

The toddler looked longingly after his friend, the smile melting off of his face. “Meow?”

My Unknowns

 

Laying in my bed

My love by my side

Remembering tears

I'd shed like the tide

Dreams couldn't capture

The life I have now

I wish I knew then

Oh, the blessings, just how

If I had trusted

Patiently waited

The tears I'd have saved

Not feeling jaded

The timing in life

The best kind that is

Certainly not mine

Definitely His

Rocking my baby

While I hold him tight

I wish I had known

It'd all be alright

But if I had known

The blessings in store

The hardships as well

Would I still want more?

We're only given

Enough for today

For each little step

Each breath on the way

Beyond that is what

To God only known

It's what we call faith

Blessing all its own

Trusting in Him

Through each little tear

Through all the unknown

Casting out all fear

The blessings around me

Are all the more sweet

With all my unknowns

At the Savior's feet

seven years...

 Hello all,

It's been quite awhile since this page has been updated. In the past seven years I have gotten married and had a wonderful little boy who is now almost 4 years old. While life has unfortunately slowed down my writing, it still exists, just in bursts. 

Please enjoy.