Saturday, September 19, 2009

Where My Love For Chocolate Came From

A simple candy wrapper. Most people would have thrown it out, I would too except this one held a memory for me that I didn't want to forget. She was my first love, the first to hold my heart in her hands and when I was with her, the world just floated away.

It was our last night before we left for college and it would be the last night of our romance, we both knew it, but we were leaving that unsaid, and now it was time to say goodnight. I pulled up to the curb in front of her house, as I turned to kiss her goodnight she pulled a Hershey's kiss from her purse. I watched as she slowly unwrapped it, trying hard not to tear the silvery wrapper and then she laid it out flat on the dashboard. She then put the kiss between her lips and after letting it slowly melt in her mouth, she gave me a sweet chocolaty goodbye kiss. Without a word she got out of the car and ran inside, leaving my class ring on my car's console.

No, I won't throw this wrapper away, instead of wrapping itself around a piece of candy, it wraps a sweet memory.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Why I Don't Write Poetry IX

I walk,
Leaving a trail of footprints.
I seek,
The road I can call my own.
I find.
Now will I follow?

The heart,
Will never fail to lead.
The mind,
Will never fail to comprehend.
The soul,
Will never fail to be fulfilled.

If you let it.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

The Commander's Captain

My church just recently welcomed a new pastor. In the interim we had a retired pastor whom just happened to be my old pastor twenty years ago. To make a long story short, this is what I wrote for his thank you reception.

A ship without a captain
Tossed about by the wind
Guided by the current
It’s sails growing thin

Filled with a crew
Each with an oar in their hand
Waiting for someone
To take command

Sent from the Commander
He stepped behind the helm
To give directions
From the Commander’s realm

His course is true
His destination sure
His eye is on the prize
His task is pure

Captain of many a ship
Guided them safely to shore
His time here though short
His message we can’t ignore

The Commander has another
Ship for him to sail
Another ship adrift
A crew that needs saved by the nail

His course is set before him
He needs no direction or more skill
For his life is the Commander’s
To perform His Will

Graditude and thanks
Seem so hollow of words
To say how much we love you
How much you’re adored

Though our course will cross
On the horizions shore
May we be shipmates when we pass through
The Commanders Door

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Missing Beth

I miss Beth. I never met her, but I miss her. Beth is author of one of my favorite blogs, "Switched At Birth", and decided she needed to put the blog aside and concentrate on other areas of her life. Ya can't blame her for that.

After reading a comment she made on another site, I realized I missed her. A few times a week I'd pull up her blog and there she was, welcoming me to her home on Long Pine Preserve with that big smile of hers. Then suddenly she was gone.

This caused me to start thinking, why do we get so attached to people we have never met? Why is it that on-line friends become almost like family? I feel closer to all you on-line friends than I do those I physically see. I blogged about this once before, a long time ago, and my conclusion then was that at the keyboard, we can be ourselves. We don't have to put up a false front to try and impress someone we don't know, but then a funny thing happens, we've established a relationship. We cross our t's and dot our i's and suddenly we have a friend in Florida, Alaska, even Down Under.

We have even written about our friendships over at Ann's website. We decided that we're going to all meet on Gully's deck and have a beer or two and pound on our laptops. I do hope that one day that will happen in one form or another.

I don't know why this is such a phenom, but it is. Maybe the way to world peace is one on-line relationship at a time. So my friends, on-line and off, keep in touch. Keep writing and keep wowing me with your words, on-line for now, but one day face to face.

(I know this is almost the exact opposite of my last post, but the last post was mainly about a romantic relationship. This one is about friendship and finding them in a place where a person wasn't really looking for friends.)