Wednesday, July 29, 2015

I wrote a poem...

I wanted to write the greatest poem of all time

but what did I know of life
I am only a father and husband
a friend
a dreamer
a poet
a man standing at the center of his life

What could I share with you that would connect to your everyday life?

I wanted to write the greatest poem of all time

but what did I know of pain
I only have my past and heart
my blood
my failures
my loss
a man still hurting from his life

What could I share with you that would connect to your everyday life?

I wanted to write the greatest poem of all time

but what did I know of answers
I am only a lonely soul
a heartbeat
a breath
a moment
a man made like no other

What could I share with you that would connect to your everyday life?

I wanted to write the greatest poem of all time

but what I wrote was this poem.

Thursday, July 23, 2015

Left at Home

We are always traveling roads

  that never bring us home

Through sun, snow, and sin

We try to find the destination for our heart
 a place to rest our feet
 and pillows for our heads to rest

In a panic we pat our pockets
 turn in a circle
 and check again
    but we left our hearts
on the kitchen counter

so we stop

turn around
 and hope we find our way back