Psalm 63 reflections

in this wilderness i will find rest.

for i have made it my sanctuary to be with You.

Your love is better than anything i have, or anything i am, or anything i could be.

i cannot help but praise you for you have been my sheild, my light, my joy, and my redemption. Your praises are the only things worth saying,

Your glory is the only thing worth seeing,

Your salvation is the only thing worth hoping for.

waiting for the spring

autumn comes to a tree and it responds so colorfully 

but let a month or two go by and the winter robs it completely dry

and as the leaves take freedoms flight they hit the ground and lose their light

and life is left in brown and gray so dont ask me to go out and play 

cause i am waiting for the spring

all the trees on the street are completely bare and i scratch my head and find snow in my hair

and as pretty as it looks floating down it all looks like slush when it hits the ground

every is scowling in the cold they all used to make snowmen but now they are too old

and they look colder and colder everyday so dont ask them to come out to play 

because they're all fine being grumpy today

and there is no fun in this land of gray

when all the birds fly south and rabbits hide away

there are so many things i have to say 

but i think i'll save them for a warmer day

cause i am still waiting for the spring

we're all just praying for the spring

memory lane 

i visit in vain

glad to be back 

but nothing's the same

and while there is new life

it gets dampened by the rain

memories of smiles 

flashbacks of pain

walking alone on

memory lane 

orchid window, honest Abe, and others

new camera (rainy monday on dearborn)

RIP

"rest in peace" i say hardly whispering
to all the graves holding buried things
"don't stir today because i know your dead
don't wake from the place of your resting head
i was there when you died on that winter day
and i put there myself so, 'Rest In Peace!'" i say

all of my memories keep imploring me
to stop these zombies from ignoring me
"how can you bother me today?
so long after you past away."
and allusions of death like autumn leaves
are brought back to life on april trees

history, are you changing me?

sometimes i wonder what would be different if i could change

sometimes i imagine what would have happened if i would have known

what i know about the world when i met you 

would i have been less afraid or maybe less vain

would the choices that i made still be the same...

or am i wiser because of all the lessons i learned along the way

i sit and wonder if all my mistakes make me a better man today

i cannot say that they did

but i know today i'm still a kid

and to those who met me in the past 

to those memories that fade so fast 

let me say this at last...

i'm so sorry