on Stars...

It's ironic that we breathe life into our hopes and dreams
On the death of a celestial beacon that once perched proudly in the heavens.
Anonymous until it performs its dying arc across the horizon-
The beauty of its yawn across the sky
Is lost on none whom dare
To gaze for answers
Among the faceless throng
Of granules of light.

Aubade

My eyes stood clenched-

Perched upon the precipice of precipitation

But no tears fell

No heart ached

Just the remnants of sun and sky

Drawn taut in my palms,

Peeking through the slits in my fingers

As I gathered together the pieces of daybreak...

The Meaning of Sacrifice

Those who know me know that I proudly wear my heart on my sleeve.  The love I have for my wife is unparalleled and I would do anything for her. With that being said, this story that I heard today on The Today Show was incredibly powerful:  http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21134540/vp/39147750#39147750

As I watched the story, I became very aware of the frailty of life; the precious moments that we have which can easily be wrenched from our grasp through no effort or want of our own.  I thought about what went through his mind as he instinctively swerved the car so that he could bear the brunt of the impact; sparing his wife and unborn child and I thought about what he could not have possibly thought about in that split second- absence.

I'm pretty sure he had already discussed a list of names with his wife; one column of boys' names slightly longer as he dreamed of holding his child and promising the world to the curious eyes and the tiny outstretched hands that reached for the harbor of his face.  He would never have that.  His child will grow up knowing that his/her daddy gave up everything for the promise that lay in the two most important people in his life and, if given a second opportunity, he would gladly do it again.   Brian Wood made the ultimate sacrifice; committed the greatest act of selflessness that one could do.  What does this teach us?  Many things:

1. Love not only conquers, but covers all.
2. Giving your all is not an exercise in futility, but in humility.
3. Sacrifice is not calculated or coordinated; it's committed.

When you learn the meaning of sacrifice, you learn that your life is not your own and the decision to save a loved one is instinctual.

We Remember Love...

We remember because it never left
We never knew the burden of its weight, its heft
Because it hardly weighs anything
It's light as a feather
Like the soles of my soul when I met her and
Subsequently being introduced to "forever"
-I can never forget her.

She said "Hi" to me and I was complete
Steadily staring at but the outline of her silhouette
While my heartbeats played a game of
"Percussion" roulette
Beating and risking their existence on a bet-

-Bet that I can make you happy
-Bet that I can bring you joy
-Bet that our daughter will have her mother's smile
-Bet his father's words will be in our little boy
-Bet that if you take this chance
And take my number in this moment

That in a few years or so we'll make the future a reality
And this "love" that we remember
Will be permanent.

We remember...
Because it's all around
Enveloping and developing us
Into light...

Shoelaces

Stretched out carefully to avoid being trampled underfoot;
I slipped out of the loop without communication.
I tried to keep above water and stay out of the street,
but I was helpless in your hands.
I was gathered together as you stretched,
tied and looped me until I bowed to your will
in the form of a promise; a reminder of something soon forgotten;
dismissed as commonplace, as merely
pedestrian...

...Should've never left you, without a blog post to step to

If I were to itemize and list the reasons as to why I have not posted in over 4 years, it would read like a dissertation on the existence and prevalence of one word whose 5 letters speak with the voice of only 4:  DOUBT.

Thanks for your patience, understanding, and "nudges."  I've returned to write what's left.