I watched her search, and wondered
What’s she looking for out there?
Across the fields, and through the woods,
She traveled with great care –
Until I felt her turn around,
And electricity —
When suddenly, I realized
She’d been looking
(“Her Search” – 5-23-2017)
He worked a farm in summer
To save and pay for college,
Just sun and soil and sweat
He traded in for knowledge,
And though things didn’t go
Exactly as he’d planned,
He told his son that one day
He would understand.
The jobs were hard and varied,
His effort though, unflagging,
His son could never see.
Why work when pay is lagging?
And when the son was old enough,
He wanted his own brand —
Because he’d seen the toil
And didn’t understand.
In time he gained a family:
A daughter by his wife —
He knew there were no limits.
He would give those two his life —
And driving to the farm
His father’s buried on, he stood,
And said, “I understand, now, Dad.
And all of it is good.”
There was a time I meant to go
Another way. Another place
Was where I set out for, at first,
And though my long steps I retrace,
It’s hard to know where I went wrong,
A turn too early or too late —
But I guess where we’re destined for
Is really up
And so I find myself aware
Of sloping hill and gleaming sea;
A world so different than the old
That seemed to mean so much to me,
It’s hard to know just what make
Of being free, yet being stuck —
But I guess how things come to be
Is really up
I stand and watch the searching clouds
That move forever, restlessly;
I carry one old photograph
Of way back then, and you with me,
I bathe within the wonders here,
A type of yearning, walking trance —
But how or when our hearts move on
Is really up
I dreamed of sunrise and of you;
I woke, and found to my surprise
I was beside a purple sea
The color of your violet eyes.
Then where the rocks and sand gave way
I saw the sky above, below,
The sea the sunrise all in one,
And you, this lost heart’s
In real life, my wife is a minister;
She’s often with the sick, dying, or grieving.
She is tonight, even though
It is our wedding anniversary.
The woman I fell in love with
Had so much love in her that
It spilled over onto other people:
Both the joyous and celebrating and
Those hurting or in pain.
This is not just a gift, it is
To bring whatever comfort is possible
And I still love her for it.
So happy anniversary, my love,
Even though I’ll probably be asleep
When you read this.
I’m grateful to be able to witness
The daily overflow firsthand.
We walk along a somewhere beach,
Amid the sand and shells;
The days turn into sometime years,
The years to someplace else
And if, in time, you find me gone,
Than you’ll know what to do:
For on a somewhere beach, I’ll be –
Until you get there,
Do good things come to those who wait?
Or do they waste their days
And months and years in wishing
For the slightest of displays
That what they hope for might come true?
It’s hard to make a rule —
That one could then encapsulate
To teach at home or school.
But this — this one idea I have
And you helped me to birth it —
I waited all my life for you
Was worth it
Inspired by this prompt.
(“This One Idea” – 11-16-2014)