Gathered sky says goodbye
I don’t have wide open spaces, instead I pick my places. Even among all the trees, we were able, this beauty to see. The kids and I gazed overhead, in time to see these shades…
Too Much Here For One To See
I look to the sky and the blazing sun Feeling like I’ve arrived, the only one This place before me feels like home? Should I never leave here, no longer roam? God must…
Lesser Pain
Sometimes I wonder what it is you see Because you’re not all that different from me My eyes open too, I look upon this world But I cannot say I know this direction hurled…
You left your mark
Today’s your birthday but you’re not here Thinking of you draws out lonely tears You’ve been called home but we celebrate No longer seen, but for the birth this date What you did…
Impressions
We see you there and we ask why Shouldn’t we just pass you by? Life lessons tell us this is bad We know; our mind’s eye is sad Experience says this can’t go…
The heron, an eagle, loons, and me
It was the middle of the day when I climbed in. A two seat canoe, a paddle, and me, I did begin. The water was calm and close to crystal clear. Moving through water,…
The Revolution
Living in a way-too-busy world that revolves around the revolution of that world. Here’s a thought, or two. There’s a world out there I think, but I can’t see it If I can’t get these…
My Aunt Janette – The Poem
My Aunt Janette – The Poem I wrote this poem the morning after my Aunt Janette went to see our Lord. I woke up on Saturday morning and had these words in my mind, waiting…
The Spot
This is the spot where I used to stand. How I wish I could see it again as it was 30 years ago, the views, the fences, the lay of the land. Minutes turned to…
My Aunt Janette
My Aunt Janette – Facebook says that we are friends.
My Aunt Janette
It’s a bright, beautiful Saturday morning, but suddenly time has lost its grip on the day. I sat down and wrote most of this over the last two weeks, in the present tense, about my Aunt Janette, a remembrance and tribute to her. Last night, just before 9pm (Eastern) God called her home. My Mom called to give me the news that I had been waiting to hear but hoped I would never actually receive. We talked for a moment or two and then I prayed. I prayed for Lloyd and Janette’s family, all of them, in every direction. I prayed and I prayed. I prayed for me and for my family too. So that we can be and will be the strength, support, love, voice, or shoulder to lean on for any who might need it. This certainly includes me too. I prayed for all of us, any of us related to the Peterson family one way or another.
And I write…
And I Write…
Sometimes I just want to sit and cry. Sometimes I do. Usually when the feeling strikes me like it has today, I sit and I write.
The first time
I was reading through some older posts today, and I came across these special words. I remember the night I wrote these words and how they just poured out onto the page faster than I…
Clear
It’s a beautiful day! The air is crisp and clean. Seeking a shaded tree on which I wish to lean. Wishing I was in the woods north, not near. Right beside a babbling brook…
Pray for Boston
Pray for Boston.
Generation Jumping
Generation Jumping
April, 2013 ~
This weekend I drove my parents to New Brunswick, Canada, where my mom was born and raised. The trip was planned, and made, to visit with my Aunt Janette who is currently sick with cancer, in the hospital. We arrived in Woodstock late Friday afternoon and visited with family throughout the evening and even into the wee hours of the morning. Another aunt of mine, a second double cousin, and I stayed at one of my mother’s double cousin’s house. My parents stayed with another of her double cousins. If you are not familiar with the term ‘double cousin’, it goes something like this. A long time ago three brothers married three sisters … the definition: A set of brothers from one family married a set of sisters from another family, so their children will be double cousins (meaning they’ll be cousins with the same people on both their mother and father’s sides). Not only that, two of the families actually lived on the same farm for a while, but that’s a story for another time.
In search of silence
I walk, in search of silence, somewhere near this place. I pause and stare at beauty absent of human trace. Stopped, I listen, hoping only to hear the snow fall. Maybe the breeze as…
Sunday Series – Above the noise
This is just a short poem I wrote. It’s inspired by some recent conversations that I have been apart of and also by the song by Casting Crowns. It’s simple I suppose. But it means…
Thanks #30 (Wife)
This is Thanks #30, the final Thanks post for November. It is certainly not the least Thanks post of November. I might say that I have saved the best for last. Everywhere I go, there’s…
The Barn
The road is the same, carved through the forest Around the bend, land opens, I like the best Dew sparkles on the green like gems, or so it seems My heart pauses as I approach…
Taken Home
Cancer may have taken another earlier today But with that thought there’s some things to say Disease didn’t win, nor was there a defeat Rather another daughter next to our Lord’s seat Tonight is the…
Reflecting
It’s cool, it’s blue, this place of solitude Sit for a while, reflect, in this quiet place Notice things that normally get away Slow down, exhale, embrace this new pace
Huddled in the Dark
Huddled In The Dark Here’s to hoping that one man’s struggles can help out another I share these thoughts as my cure and to help my fellow sister or brother I sit here…
Remember when now was a memory?
Maybe it was the rain. Maybe it was the grey. Or maybe it was just that kind of day. Uneasy followed me closer than my own shadow. I tried forcing a smile while thinking…
Remember – Memorial Day
This weekend is the unofficial American kick-off to summer. With the weather we are getting here in the Northeast, it feels like summer already. It’s Memorial Day Weekend. So, without further adieu, I will get…
Prayer from despair
This hit me tonight. I had to write this now. I have touched on these thoughts, these feelings, these places, this journey I share below, in posts I have written from time to time. This…
Poem from It’s Quiet Now
I was thinking about my kids this evening while looking through the 100+ blog posts I have written. I came across this poem I wrote as part of the post, “It’s Quiet Now”, from October.…
Time
Stands still. Never stops. Runs out. Well spent.
Thinking of our military this Christmas
Just about any time I think about our military personnel, past and present, when I really think of all they do, all they sacrifice, I cry. I am especially emotional on this subject at Christmas…
Sunday Series – Christmas Edition – Silent Night
Silent Night. The most famous Christmas song of all-time. The lyrics of this song started as a poem written in the early 19th century by an Austrian priest. At the time the little village on…
Sunday Series – Inside the first time
A few days ago I wrote a post called “The first time” and it was a short story about my first time seeing the Trans-Siberian Orchestra in concert. I have included that post here and…
The First Time
Upon seeing the Winter 2011 Tour visit Manchester this year, I have spent a lot of time, maybe too much time, reflecting on my experiences with the Trans-Siberian Orchestra. I can’t help but return to…
Cross country poem and photos
I woke up this morning to an email from my son Ryan who is out in California following his dream of playing baseball. He is a freshman at Ohlone College in Fremont, CA.
Of course being three hours behind us, I don’t see some of his evening emails until the following day. Anyway, Theodore was up before 6am, so I brought him downstairs with me to get our day started.
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