Month: September 2018

Silence from Strength

What i have on my mind
Is often best right there.
But, I can’t help myself
Despite the sign, “Beware”.

So, I open my mouth
To say, I known.
Or-because I think I’m right,
And I say it just so.

But, I’m feeding a battle,
And there’s no way to win;
No point in fighting.
Why did I begin?

I saw the sign,
But I played the part;
The role in her story,
In which I haven’t a heart.

Reacting to
The ME portrayed.
Emotion took bait,
And so I was played.

And, I know I knew better,
But I had to speak out.
Simply… it’s my fault,
And it comes from self doubt.

Anger

Pulled.
Gotta get there.
You quicken your pace.
It starts with a thought,
Comes a feeling you chase.

Then you’re lookin’ for peace;
Relief from stress,
That you brought on yourself,
And I call this, a mess.

Confused by your story;
You-cannot just be.
Like you’re in your own way,
And don’t know what you see.

Tension

I try to unplug from my story,
But I find the dark
And I hear Lori.

I let you touch me,
And I feel my pain.
I’m tight and guarded;
Prepared for rain.

And so i breath;
Perspective open.
I try to leave the guilt,
Like token
That i picked up
Along the way
And held.
It’s in me now;

A part of me
That i can’t let go of.

So here i am,
Figuring out how to give
Of myself;
To be fully present,
While holding the past,
And while framing the future
That i see as right,

As others have expectations of me;
Different from how i see myself,
Being.

I can’t help but feed in;
Reacting in the moment
With resistance,
As i reassure myself that i am right.

Tough,
Managing self
And finding peace;
Allowing life to be as it is.

Much work to do.
I try my best to enjoy the journey,
While wondering what I’ve learned,
And where i should be headed.
Seems a deeper part of me knows
And is in control.

Father

Focus drifts
Just-as tide shifts.
Time to fetch some WATER.
Now, gentle breeze.
I’m on my knees
And praying for my DAUGHTER.

Thoughts of my son,
I wish the best,
Then learn that he has “FAILED”.
Then contemplate;
Gain perspective.
He tried, therefore he SAILED.

He may have lost,
But-that’s not the point.
He played, and so he LEARNED.
He’ll get back up,
And try again,
Which means that he’ll have YEARNED.

And, will now be more prepared.

To face what he’ll take on.

Allow Life to be Good

What’s your mindset
As your children grow?

When’s it time
For the swing set to go?

Memories pop out,
Within the routine.
Just as hope for their future
Comes-from that which you’ve seen.

Finding space for ourselves,
While connected with all;
Stepping away,
While minding the call;

The call to be there;
To-help show-them the-way;
We’re guarding our children,
While letting them play.

We come back to presence
Amidst the-waves of perspective.
Juggling their freedom,
While being corrective.

Keen to serve.
Setting the stage
Imparting knowledge
Of joy and of rage.

Responsibility
To protect and to guard
From others and self,
Knowing life can be hard.

So now, take a deep breath.
Keep it simple. Be true.
Have faith in the Lord.
Life is good as are you.

Food for Thought

What you see is what you get,
But-you-might-not-know what you’re looking at.

Is it fair to say that we usually don’t?; that we most often see things within the confines of our mind?

Take a rainy day for instance.
Do you see the blueless sky and think, there’s sunshine and blue skies beyond the grey I see?

I wonder too how much we take for granted.

I think back to parenting, when my children couldn’t yet talk, and were just learning to walk.
I recall an awareness of moving too quickly, through the world that i am all too familiar with. As in, catch up young one. Do as i do, as it seemed lost on me that they understood so little about where they were… relative to my understanding of things.

Slow Down

Step back
And away
From the way
That you see it.

See.

A little space
To consider a better way.

See.

We don’t have it all figured out.

But, we can do better,
Together.

We’ll slow down.
Like this,
And learn from eachother;

All the time in the world, now.