Tuesday, January 9, 2018

Station Master-book (excerpt)


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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