Extinguish Before Exiting

The willingness to move on: Do you possess it? One of my co-workers has a tendency of getting stuck within one task, and staying stuck. There may be several other tasks that need to be completed, but he finds himself completing (if that many) only one. It’s a wonder that he gets to keep his job, I sometimes think. As I thought about this example, … Continue reading Extinguish Before Exiting

Times of Some

Sometimes, it’s the setting sun. It’s the way the tree appears featureless as the light on the horizon, behind her, is leaving for the eve. A silhouette, left in the dark, until the light returns to brighten another day… sometimes.   Sometimes, its the song. Three single notes, pulling the fears from the eyes, as the acoustic speaks what we couldn’t say. Taking all the … Continue reading Times of Some

Roaring Thunder of Ourselves

Men know that your ways are not good enough!! Everyone seems to know what is best. For me. For you. Your voice is silenced by the resonance of the proud. Yet, they call that voice, yours. They have prophetic messages, you know, that never come true. ‘Step aside, Lord! Make way!  A message!!’ You do step aside….   The men now know that your ways … Continue reading Roaring Thunder of Ourselves

Preach It, Brother…

I struggle with sin. Yes, I admit. So, throw your stones — do what you see fit. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve heard how I’m not like Christ from a “brother”, whose correction is always precise.   I’m sickened by the man whose sole intention is to berate. Teaching the world, “that, of God” making himself look oh, so great. Battering the addict … Continue reading Preach It, Brother…

“Table Or Booth?”

It may be a kind of confusing story, but I spend time with my deceased father at a local Denny’s restaurant. To start, I don’t have a delusional, schizophrenic malady. He’s not sitting in the booth with me or whispering his voice to me. Not crazy stuff. But, I do have a lot of memories about him while here. Funny thing is, we never spent … Continue reading “Table Or Booth?”

Morning Meditations

In the morning, I usually sit at our kitchen island, on a bar stool. Throughout the island are little remnants of our lives: various papers, pencils and pens, bills, keys, wires for devices, magazines, and this laptop that I use to write. Although we have five here, I find myself alone in this early hour. The kids are asleep, one is away. My wife is … Continue reading Morning Meditations