Stroke the brush forth and back
Scale the walls of the Louvre
Heaven in line, eyes lift anew
Visceral balance in a sea of unknown
Prospect left to speak of truth
Pardon from which we may fall
Wash the feet of the faithful one
Gates to adorn a prolific love
Till kingdom come, motion in meaning
Visceral balance in a sea of unknown
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Catching Up With Time
Paired two young
Callous hearts
Broken tongues
Catching up with time
Newfound fear
Short demise
Crippled teeth
Catching up with time
Borrowed fist
Fairing mind
Loosened grip
Catching up with time
Solemn dreams
Afforded none
Settled discourse
Catching up with time
Callous hearts
Broken tongues
Catching up with time
Newfound fear
Short demise
Crippled teeth
Catching up with time
Borrowed fist
Fairing mind
Loosened grip
Catching up with time
Solemn dreams
Afforded none
Settled discourse
Catching up with time
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Positivity
William Barclay once said, “We will often find compensation if we think more of what life has given us and less about what life has taken away.”
I often hear people go on and on about their unhappy lives, whether it be via physical interactions, television, or on the radio. You could even say that people find comfort in being miserable. Perhaps the idea of conversing positively is simply uncomfortable for some, and I suppose I can relate to having that attitude when difficult times arise or even to curb a dull conversation. However, wouldn’t it be so much more fulfilling to take the things you do have and let them illustrate worth? I look back on my experiences and there are definitely unfortunate periods, but it seems so insignificant and unnecessary to let those things define my ability to still retain grounding for happiness. So, here is to a desire for personal awareness through positivity. Will it be impossible to always remain positive? Obviously, but I hope to instill positivity within myself and in essence, others. Will I be hugging trees and dancing in the street? While that would be highly entertaining, the answer is…not likely. Tell your loved ones you appreciate them more often and I bet the effort will express itself through other forms in life.
I often hear people go on and on about their unhappy lives, whether it be via physical interactions, television, or on the radio. You could even say that people find comfort in being miserable. Perhaps the idea of conversing positively is simply uncomfortable for some, and I suppose I can relate to having that attitude when difficult times arise or even to curb a dull conversation. However, wouldn’t it be so much more fulfilling to take the things you do have and let them illustrate worth? I look back on my experiences and there are definitely unfortunate periods, but it seems so insignificant and unnecessary to let those things define my ability to still retain grounding for happiness. So, here is to a desire for personal awareness through positivity. Will it be impossible to always remain positive? Obviously, but I hope to instill positivity within myself and in essence, others. Will I be hugging trees and dancing in the street? While that would be highly entertaining, the answer is…not likely. Tell your loved ones you appreciate them more often and I bet the effort will express itself through other forms in life.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Ómnia vincit amor; et nos cedamus amori
“Ómnia vincit amor; et nos cedamus amori” - Virgil
Love conquers all things, so we too shall yield to love.
I asked Jaclyn to marry me yesterday and in doing so I had many thoughts inspire who I would like to exhibit in marriage. As thoughts flooded my head, the first thing that stuck out so vividly was my grandparents. My grandma recently passed away and I was a pallbearer at her funeral. At the memorial service her life with my grandfather was outlined so beautifully. Several people shared stories of how close my grandparents were and the selfless and thoughtfulness of my grandmother.
One particular story really stayed with me. A gentleman stood up and reminisced about being at the Roat farm one day and overhearing my grandma calling my grandpa out in the field to notify him that she was going into town to pick a few things up. Without hesitation or any pushing he said “I’ll be right there”. A few minutes passed and there he was opening the car door for her and kissing her sweetly before she headed for her short trip into town. That’s how their love was...steadfast, pure, driven, real. He would stop whatever he was doing, even in the middle of time-sensitive labor in a distant field, to show his love. There wasn't an audience to demand or reward to be won. There was love…simple, selfless, true.
Others went on to say how they would often drive by my grandpa to wave hello without even being aware that my grandma was in the car. Why you may ask…because she was tucked right next to him in the middle of the seat practically on his lap. This was not in the “honeymoon” period. This was well over five decades into marriage. It was incredibly inspiring. I left church that afternoon with a new sense of purpose in love. Love may not always be easy, but it really can change your life if you acknowledge its immensity. It cannot be attained in a given time or place. The path may be stricken with misfortune and hardship, but when I look at my grandparents I find hope. I find love, a love that I will strive to carry on in my relationship with Jaclyn. Here’s to love…past, present, future.
Love conquers all things, so we too shall yield to love.
I asked Jaclyn to marry me yesterday and in doing so I had many thoughts inspire who I would like to exhibit in marriage. As thoughts flooded my head, the first thing that stuck out so vividly was my grandparents. My grandma recently passed away and I was a pallbearer at her funeral. At the memorial service her life with my grandfather was outlined so beautifully. Several people shared stories of how close my grandparents were and the selfless and thoughtfulness of my grandmother.
One particular story really stayed with me. A gentleman stood up and reminisced about being at the Roat farm one day and overhearing my grandma calling my grandpa out in the field to notify him that she was going into town to pick a few things up. Without hesitation or any pushing he said “I’ll be right there”. A few minutes passed and there he was opening the car door for her and kissing her sweetly before she headed for her short trip into town. That’s how their love was...steadfast, pure, driven, real. He would stop whatever he was doing, even in the middle of time-sensitive labor in a distant field, to show his love. There wasn't an audience to demand or reward to be won. There was love…simple, selfless, true.
Others went on to say how they would often drive by my grandpa to wave hello without even being aware that my grandma was in the car. Why you may ask…because she was tucked right next to him in the middle of the seat practically on his lap. This was not in the “honeymoon” period. This was well over five decades into marriage. It was incredibly inspiring. I left church that afternoon with a new sense of purpose in love. Love may not always be easy, but it really can change your life if you acknowledge its immensity. It cannot be attained in a given time or place. The path may be stricken with misfortune and hardship, but when I look at my grandparents I find hope. I find love, a love that I will strive to carry on in my relationship with Jaclyn. Here’s to love…past, present, future.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Top of the Mountain
The flowers loathe
The top of the mountain
Where we Laid
Till the sun fell asleep
With you on top of me
We can weather the cold
Tangled in each others arms
We just need to call it our own love
We'll just leave the rest for time to tell
Cause we just need to call it our own love
We'll just leave the rest for time to tell
We'll find a brick home
Somewhere in the town below
Let the wind in the trees
And the blaze of the fire
Lull us back to sleep
Forget where we left off
Cause we're only trying
To keep love alive
We can weather the cold
Tangled in each others arms
The top of the mountain
Where we Laid
Till the sun fell asleep
With you on top of me
We can weather the cold
Tangled in each others arms
We just need to call it our own love
We'll just leave the rest for time to tell
Cause we just need to call it our own love
We'll just leave the rest for time to tell
We'll find a brick home
Somewhere in the town below
Let the wind in the trees
And the blaze of the fire
Lull us back to sleep
Forget where we left off
Cause we're only trying
To keep love alive
We can weather the cold
Tangled in each others arms
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Opaque Emotional Wall
I came across this quote by C.S. Lewis today and it really made me think...
"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable."
I’ve found that loving yourself is the foundation in which receiving love takes place. It is such a simple truth and is hardly an unrecognizable saying, but I think many times people put up a shield to block out love simply because of their own insecurities. I’ve been there myself. At times it just seems easier to be unhappy. I know that sounds strange, but I have been caught up in the belief that I am incapable of being loved or true love is a farce. Somehow I found that acceptable as a means to prevent myself from being hurt. However, once I acknowledged that I am a lovable person despite my many flaws, I was no longer “unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable”. Yes, I run the risk and almost certainty of being let down or hurt by those I love, but the rewards far outweigh my previously opaque emotional wall. I see this mentality so often and understandably, but once I freed myself of this attitude my life was truly blessed. My heart was opened in ways I never imagined possible. Something so simple and often overlooked, made such a profound impact on my relationships and outlook of life itself. I am still a work in progress, but I'm continually working to peel the blinders away.
"To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable."
I’ve found that loving yourself is the foundation in which receiving love takes place. It is such a simple truth and is hardly an unrecognizable saying, but I think many times people put up a shield to block out love simply because of their own insecurities. I’ve been there myself. At times it just seems easier to be unhappy. I know that sounds strange, but I have been caught up in the belief that I am incapable of being loved or true love is a farce. Somehow I found that acceptable as a means to prevent myself from being hurt. However, once I acknowledged that I am a lovable person despite my many flaws, I was no longer “unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable”. Yes, I run the risk and almost certainty of being let down or hurt by those I love, but the rewards far outweigh my previously opaque emotional wall. I see this mentality so often and understandably, but once I freed myself of this attitude my life was truly blessed. My heart was opened in ways I never imagined possible. Something so simple and often overlooked, made such a profound impact on my relationships and outlook of life itself. I am still a work in progress, but I'm continually working to peel the blinders away.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
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