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Change

I wrote this poem the day my son left home. Life is about “change” and I try to embrace it on a daily basis, but I’m not sure any parent can ever fully anticipate the impact on the adult psyche,  when their eldest child leaves home for the first time. We start preparing them for release into the wild the day they are born, and then stand breathless as the wind catches their wings and carries them off.  We are then left with a sense of awe, great expectations and a profound sadness that only time and prayer will dull.

Head Games

This poem addresses a frustration I have lived with for most of my adult life. It was nurtured by where I grew up (Central Colombia S.A) and how I grew up. These two elements have caused me to feel as though I have lived multiple lifetimes. I realized as a young adult,  I had seen and experienced things that people three times my age, would never come to see or do. These memories and experiences are both a blessing and a curse. Everything in my life seems to have been framed by them.

Life’s Debris

I wrote Life’s Debris when a childhood friend of mine called to tell me he had been diagnosed with cancer and had only several months to live. With that sad news clanging around in my brain, I was drawn back to a time when we were kid’s (adventurers in our minds), where hunting, fishing, camping and racing our sailboats on the lake was as natural to us as breath itself.  The thought of that time and that paradise ever coming to an end, never entered our minds. This is for you Dave.

My Hertz

One cycle per lifetime is all it takes, unfortunately not everyone desires to be part of the waveform.

My Purpose

This poem was a journey.  It allowed me to unravel the ball of fishing line in my life, helped me get back to fishing without bait and catching something besides fish.  Figure it out!

Silent Scream

If you’re not an MK, I doubt you’ll understand this poem. MK’s are a breed apart from any other being on the planet,  in that,  they can adapt to whatever environment they are placed into, as long as they aren’t required to tell you where they’re from … because, that might be a bit too complicated!

The Fool

It’s easy to become so focused on trivial things, that we miss the truly important things in life. Thriving relationships and vibrant connections with those we travel through life with, are often reduced to nothing more than collateral damage in a world of trivial pursuits. I am that fool.

Blood On My Hands 

We all played a part in this, even though some will deny any involvement. What part did you play?

A Stone’s Throw

A young man I know, was convicted of a crime and sentenced to prison. I know both his family and the victims family… at one point in time, we all had been friends. Every single relationship is now gone. Even as Christians, we have a choice to forgive or not forgive … we seem to choose poorly more often than not. This poem is how my heart deals with it all. 

Antibodies

As Christians we’re suppose to be different … right? Jesus prayed that we would be one, just as He and the Father are one … to this day, that prayer is waiting to be fully realized.

No Retreat

A simple poem to the memory of Chuck Colson, as I knew him. He will be remembered.

Homesick

I think all of us, at one time or another, misplace our hope. This life, with its constant struggles and obstacles, has a way of beating you down. I get into the mindset that I’m just passing through this place and am reminded of just how much I hate layovers!

Investment Track

Much of my life has been focused on investing in, building and maintaining  friendships …. and try as I might, I’ve not accomplished much. Lifelong friendships aren’t always a sure bet, so it’s probably not a bad idea to count the high cost before you commit.

Insufficient Funds

No matter how much money or resources you have, sometimes you still come up short… there are simply some debts that can never be repaid.

Containers of Dirt

I am humbled by the reality of my humanity, while struggling with the responsibility I’ve been given as I run between the piles of dirt.

Eyesight

It’s a struggle to not walk by sight alone, but nine times out of ten your natural senses will let you down!

Food for Thought

Remember, when you’re in life’s jungle, it’s probably a good idea to look over your shoulder every once in awhile, because you just might be on the menu.

Used 2 Know

How many are in your life?

Cariño’s Arrow

This poem was written in the early 1980’s and represents one of my earliest poems to date. I was reluctant to put it in print/digital print, for two reasons… it represented a particularly difficult event/time in my life, and later on, because of potential mis-interpretation, had the possibility of disrupting other relationships. I no longer believe these factors to be of concern, as so much time has passed. It was originally entitled “Vapors From The Heart“, but I recently retitled it “Cariño’s Arrow” for personal reasons, and it seems to me, to be a more fitting title.