The beginning of something.
The slow cadence of sound escaping from
a cold instrument, fingers yet to warm.
Random notes transforming into beauty.
Chords wrapped around the air
caught by those tuned to become aware.
So subtle the change,
but for those fortunate enough to attune
will forever remember the magic they were part of,
and the sound,
that brought forth their unforgettable joy.

The Night Clock

The Night Clock

Seconds slow down
Minutes fade.
Time intervals grow longer.
As night applies its’ long arduous shade.
Total loss of mind control.
Tis times’ fury against this restless soul.
The day may rise anew for those lucky few
Souls of others from sleep and rest they grew
But none so unlucky as us
Destined to lie here in painful wait
All too aware of our oncoming,
and sleepless fate.
Seconds trickle, time holds fast.
Night slogs onward for ever last.
Hearing sounds of endless night,
Time stands still while sleep loses another fight.

Veterans Day 2018


To my brother,
I wanted to give you a much needed Thank You on this special day. I get up everyday in this amazing country – I’m warm, the fridge is full. Every week I take my family to church unhindered by local authorities.
I drive my vehicle on safe roads, I elect representatives and think sometimes that “my rights” are getting hindered. But I do all these things without thinking. I do them because I am free.
I can do all of these things because you went out and fought for me. You dug your bed at night, sleeping in dust storms that didn’t allow you to see your hand in front of your face. You were so sick you didn’t stop vomiting for days.
You walked more dusty miles and provided safety for more people then I will ever dream to meet in a single lifetime. Minefields, Artillery, Grenades, you fought it all. I remember when President Bush announced the incursion and at that very instant you were driving your Humvee over enemy lines.
You were fighting for me while I sat in my warm living room.
You did it all for this country – You did it for me, your family, my family, and millions of people that STILL live in their warm homes. They all can worship our Jesus in their own freedom. You gave your self and your safety for ours.
Thank Thank THANK YOU for what you did! I love you so much. I wish I could say this a better way – I wish we all could. These few words pale to your sacrifice, I just hope they convey how grateful I am for you. How much it means to me every day that I still have my freedom.
I pray you have a fabulous day. I am so thankful you are here to join in the celebration of this great land. This land that you a veteran had a huge hand in persisting. I only hope we ALL NEVER FORGET what you fought for, and for those who you knew who never made it home.
Your Brother, My Family, Our Families, and the Entire Nation

Restart Time

He slid from the antique chair.
Down on his weakened knees.
Ornate box appearing.
Pleading eyes now holding onto mine.
Boisterous room now silent.
Thoughts flying through my heart.
His mouth forms the question.
Subtle quivering, words slowly formed.
My heart responds quickly and emotions well up.
Response growing clear as time waits to start.

Why Couldn’t He See Them?

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She wished he could see her.
Not the clingy version, or the ‘too needy.’
The one who could see him.
Who appreciated his loud personality.
Who understood his tendency to assume the worst in people.
Why couldn’t he see her quiet as the antidote to his loud?
Or her needy as the solution to his independence?
She wished he could see them
as their solution.