What can I do? Perhaps:
Begin
Oh! Such big
problems! If only they understood
My free advice:
He could!
She should!
I would!
Issues
monumental! Demon-evil challenges inspected
Exacerbated
trouble? Culprit? Image mirror-reflected
But! Unfair!
It’s not me! Innocence proclaimed!
My little world! My church! My town! Refrained
Issues just too
convoluted-difficult for true introspection
My fault? Guilt?
Not in my lexicon concordance inspection
“Not my problem! Nothing I can do! Some other must step-up
Places to go!
Things to do! People to see! Is it time for sup?
Faith! Friend!
Freely follow fervently omniscient Creator’s call
Promote: “Right!” Simply do: “Good!” Avoid pernicious pitfall
Out West Salida
Rocky Mountain-way a leathered rock hound sits
Sample-filled
wood battered box challenges his vast knowledge-wits
Acknowledged him
to turn North seeking mountain Arabian-herd
Found Deity
along the river bank while sighted awesome eagle-bird
Crystal
hailstone-ice pierced clear cerulean space on wild temper-storm
Clumsy-stumbled,
bumped hard head, attention got, began sense to form
Vista-awesome
nature finally found right there before seeing-blind eyes
High
Rocky-beauty white-cotton puffs punctuate pure sapphire skies
Rumble-thunder
hoofs of Arabian horses fly tundra choreographed
What might I do? Appreciate! Capture miracle
mind-photographed
Seek Love! For, of and by within this
fantastic gift- journey---Life!
Passion kiss!
Embrace tight! Sense beauty pure! Dare ban all strife!
Clear
solution-answers to faux fears surface surely from within
’Tis not they but, rather, I must face-confess evil-burden guilty sin
Lord! Pray I!
Let me first display Your “Love” bestowed as best I can
I could! I should! I would! Always to Your Praise! Honor! Glory! Stand
Amen!
Spanky & Jamie McGhee
(a mini-synopsis
of the novel of the same name by Carl Schuler)
…Important
as it was, they simply didn’t know it. Spanky and Jamie McGhee were of the very
first generation to set the stage of a new world through their own irreverent
design.
They
were the first Hedonists of the “regular” class, that is, not the “Royal Elite
Aristocrats” from Egyptian upper echelon dynasties of a dozen millennia
pre-modern history or the shining members of the Classic Great Roman Empire of
Caligula “the Reprobate” or the “Crème de la crème” European top of the garbage
heap inbred ruling clans or the “nouveau riche” in America, to be so honored
with an intended life of “peace and prosperity” as afforded their members as
beneficiaries of the “Greatest” generation, that victorious “Hero”-people of
World War II; those noble saints and angels who willingly sacrificed all for
the “Good” of mankind.
This
old world changes slowly in its physical evolution, as it always has…as it,
surely, always will. Not so with its inhabitant human personages. No longer
satiated with the “right” answers, no more blind acceptance of “the Truth”,
negative in response to pre-arranged lives, careers, marriages, children,
locations. Irreverent, even, in acquiescence, to---death!
The
carefree days of youth became the cavalier times and space of life, the very
traces of life.
By
way of an un-organized revolt against inherited authority, usurped position, a
corrupted political “junta”, a bankrupted religious “system” and demanded faux
conformity, those intrepid explorers of the 50’s and 60’s purposefully
transformed predetermined “proper” life values and virtues from what had
previously been blindly accepted into a controlled chaos of “Freedom!”.
These
dauntless “pioneers” opened unknown vistas formerly unimagined by their
ancestors.
Uninhibited
in their unplanned frolic through life, the boys of youth led the way in a
recklessly, yet, deservedly rewarding, positive manner resulting in living
purely for the clear joy of the adventure; turning each dawn’s promise into an
array of worthwhile events to enjoy. They were the un-proclaimed “Hedonists”
(pleasure-seekers) to have a shot at life on their own terms.
And,
so, the race was on: A rush to savor the quintessential honey-sweet
adventure---Living!
These
courageous heroes were summarily “Damned” by misunderstanding of the unready
and the unwilling; immediately admired by those possessing perspicacity
unafraid to challenge the “status quo”; understood not even by themselves;
Heroes never acclaimed---nor…appreciated.
Complete,
true, infinite Love of life designed, then, defined their unspoken Credo:
Pleasure!
Amen? Amen!
Lake Storm
Relaxing on yon clubhouse porch in respite
Any imagined problem, decide I, to forget it
Solitude under shading comfort of old huge red oak
Subtle wind change have my sharpened senses woke
Thunderheads tower tall on far horizon yonder
Lightning shards portend fear awesome wonder
Rolling rumbles rattling roughly on a trained ear
Still, too many myriad miles away to clearly hear
Acute aware now of impending stealthily evil danger
Clandestine tempest in disguise, obfuscated stranger
Sweet smell of freshness harbored on tossed air
Purple-green robe does front approaching wear
A cooling breeze precedes the torrent threatened
White flashes streak as echoing crashes deafened
Upon the quaking black-chop surface of the lake
Wind-swept crests of wild white-caps dance wake
In safe harbor on headland beyond violent fray
Appreciate show of fearsome powerful display
Tranquil times return when turbulence has passed
Such slight disruption of good day simply can’t last
Good versus evil battles in lifetime are daily fought
Victory proclaimed, the altercation fleeting thought
Value refuge in pure light of saintly virtue glow
Saved soul in Father, Son and Holy Spirit flow
Raindrop
A tow-headed boy
of ten sat in the front seat of a homemade cypress row boat as his dad
maneuvered the craft on the lake around submerged cedar trees now serving as a
crappie bed. His mother stood on shore tending the bar-b-que feast while she
watched the boy’s sister and kid brother, she waved toward the vessel; one day
the boy would be cognizant that he had been blessed with perfect parents who
made his life easy and complete.
Removing the
dipped tip of his cane pole from the lake, the boy watched, fascinated with the
water droplet clinging to the end Ferrell as sunlight danced within the
glistening liquid. To his innocent eye full of life‘s wonder and excited
expectation at some discovery, it appeared to be the radiant sparkle of a faceted
diamond cut and polished to perfection.
Within a decade
and a half, I would take my own young blonde beauty to Fox Lake on an
unnaturally warm, sixty degree February afternoon. My Beth would tally
twenty-two bluegill. She caught all the fish that day; I captured a treasure in
time which I secreted in my heart and filed in the lexicon of my mind under “L”
for “Love”; I visit there, often.
Rain may come
today or sunshine could fill the sky; if it be clouds, perhaps I’ll hike the
clover field, lie on my back among the purple red ball flowers savoring the
sweet fragrance, awe-inspired by the effortless flight of a red-tail hawk who
rides the high, warm thermals there in the cerulean abyss. God will send what
comes this day, as His offered blessing; I’ll not insult His precious gift with
pretended apathy.
When the rain
has gone away and winning sun appears to bathe the fresh green land in warmth,
I shall search and find a special raindrop clinging tentatively to the tip of a
silver maple leaf. In that crystal liquid there, the glow of life will be
revealed again; a thing I learned upon yon lake so many years ago. Diamonds are
for those of self-deception of their own beauty and importance and, with that,
I am just fine. Those may well secret their earthly treasure in fear of any who
might covet such materialistic worth, since most frivolously agree a discarded
piece of transformed black coal is of some special value.
I’ll not live in
fear of what I have, or, not, but rather celebrate the trinity which I have found:
Faith! Family! Freedom! The glow in carbon cannot a candle hold to vibrant life
reflected in the facet of one single drop of God’s diamond, rain, refracted in
His sunlight.
Of you, our
Catherine Elizabeth, we are so ever proud, for unconditional love precludes any
thought un-pure which is not filled with hope while it proclaims the perfect
effort of the Master’s hand. Days come and been and gone, except in generous
memory of great times and places and events enjoyed in the adventure which is
life, itself. The pleasure of your presence enhanced in ecstasy for us with Z.
Tyler and our Alexandria Elizabeth. Only for a dreamer such as I could this
perfect life be better yet.
Thank You for the gift of life, Lord! Amen!
Happy Birthday! Our most beautiful---Catherine Elizabeth!
Love, Mom & Dad (February 11, 2011)
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