They say that the mind is a powerful thing, and I suppose it must be.We have countless thoughts between the tick and tock, or is it just me? Imagine all the seconds we just throw away, what if we had to account?Would the answers that we often times seek, somehow be found? Did you ever read a book on the life of him or of her, and wonder?How many thoughts were missed and pressures were they Continue Reading...
Lesser Pain
Sometimes I wonder what it is you seeBecause you’re not all that different from me My eyes open too, I look upon this worldBut I cannot say I know this direction hurled A light I used to see, and could only shareNow only blinks from a place near despair Love. There’s plenty here, even moreBut your hands won’t rap on this door Life’s too short, is what they all sayToo long, when you question each 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...
Freedom of the Truth
I know we talked, I remember our conversation. I was certain of our focus, our cerebral participation. The truths we discussed didn't vanish when the silence began. But rather they need to be with us, always at hand. So, day by day, it's our job to manage our mental inventory. Our own internal check and balance for each spoken story. The words we speak, the actions we take, are the story we Continue Reading...
Tribute to Tyler Walsh
I was in the car, driving alone, down my driveway when I received a text message from a long time friend of mine asking if I knew Tyler Walsh. I have coached baseball for many years and he knew that I did know Justin Walsh. As soon as I read that message I got the, all too familiar, chill I get when I learn of someone I know, even indirectly, who has passed away. I answered before I ever left the Continue Reading...
No action
Have you ever been so worked up, so stressed out, that you just felt you had to run? Run in any direction at all. I don't care where I end up because I can't see it from where I am anyways. So you run. The wheels turn. The mind starts spinning at blurring speed. Thoughts turn over in your mind almost faster than you can process them. So you run. But you have no idea where you are going or even Continue Reading...
Write me a letter
Write me a letter. Hand-write me a letter. Send me news of how you are, of how time has passed or where you are since the last time you wrote me. Don't leave me guessing as to what any of it means. I don't want to have to fill in any blanks, there's enough blanks in everyday. Does anyone remember the times when we waited for a letter to come from someone? I mean a handwritten letter delivered Continue Reading...
Everyday priorities
Recently, my youngest brother's father-in-law passed away. Or my sister-in-law's father passed away. Either way, it's been a major and sudden impact on their family. I don't want to know what the feeling of suddenly losing a parent is like. I have lost friends and loved ones in my life, and they are all different. Through offering help in any way possible, thinking on these recent events, and how Continue Reading...