I look to the sky and the blazing sunFeeling like I’ve arrived, the only one This place before me feels like home?Should I never leave here, no longer roam? God must have painted here, these very tonesMan has not touched this place nary a stone Sitting, I gaze upon this beautiful placeContent, I wish to stay, leave the race How is it that a site can affect me so?I couldn't retreat now if I wanted Continue Reading...
The day after
The Day After The day after; it’s been just a day, a single day. I went to bed early this evening because I was completely wiped out. Exhausted. All I wanted to do was to lie down, close my eyes, turn my brain off, and drift off to restful slumber. Well, I got some of it done, but the brain just wouldn’t quit. The last few days have been overwhelming for a number of reasons. And after a brief Continue Reading...
My Aunt Janette
My Aunt Janette - December 6, 1947 - May 17, 2013. Janette A. Peterson 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 Continue Reading...
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 Continue Reading...
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 could put them in order. It's rare when that happens, at least for me. This piece was, and still is, very special to me. This goes back to 2000 and the first time I saw TSO in concert. One of my favorite poems. Where Continue Reading...
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 all I can hear. Pad in hand, writing, just to let it all go.My mind lucid as the sky, just let it flow. Rest, reflect, gather thought, choose words.Nary a diversion, just the singing of birds. Day’s not enough, I’d sit a week to Continue Reading...
Burdened Heart
Burdened Heart I sit here with a burdened heart, a lump in my throat, and tears in my eyes, unable to separate myself from my own thoughts. Dwelling not on the past, negative, or the dreary, I search for ways to share, to learn, to pray, and to heal. Maybe, just maybe, I’d be fortunate and blessed enough to help someone else along the way. Not that I need to, I am starting to lose track of the Continue Reading...
Delight to show mercy
In recent weeks I have been thinking an awful lot about the end of days, whether they are mine, or anyone else’s. Not in a morbid sense, but in more of a reality sense. More of a thought process revolving around the thoughts, dreams, and wishes of someone, anyone, who might be living through the end of their days. Then, mentally I dig a little deeper, and expand the thought process to include Continue Reading...
God Made a Farmer
Inspired by the Super Bowl farmer ad, I am sharing this quick note. This commercial was not only my favorite ad from the advertising blitz that is the Super Bowl, but it may also have been my favorite part of the entire game. See, to me it wasn't an ad about a company, but a cognitive visit to times and places I don't visit often enough. Paul Harvey was a standard at my grandparents home. Continue Reading...
Beautiful Innocence III
I can't help myself, and I really don't want to, if it means that I should stop thinking about the kids, the parents, the school faculty, the first responders, the families, and the community surrounding the tragedy in Newtown, CT. Newtown. Hmmm, maybe we all need a new town, as in a new outlook on our world around us. We live in our little cocoons, sheltered from the things we don't allow in. Continue Reading...