“The world is shaped by force. It is changed by love.” I wrote this quick thought this morning reflecting on how I’ve best been affected and influenced in my own life. In the Marines, often we try and shape conditions by the amount of force we bring to bear for a targeted effect. It usually […]
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LIVING LOVE
My heart is filled with a Love That wasn’t there before. It isn’t something ugly. It is something I adore. Whatever is the source; If judged, as some always will, It raises me up And makes me better still For anyone my life may bring Me near, or to, or for; To give […]
BE THERE FOR A FRIEND (KYLE’s)
Be there for a friend:Any way you can.Be there for a friend:When he takes a woman’s hand. Be there for a friend:When he gives to her his name.Be there for a friend:In those moments when life’s changed. Be there for a friend:When his future’s realized.Be there for a friend:When he sees it’s in her eyes.
TRUCE
There comes a point when you are hurt enough; when you recognize the pattern, method, and the ways when what is good becomes twisted to cause pain, and you decide never again. Attempts are still made, but they no longer have effect. You do not feel better—only cold—knowing you are no longer touched by […]
GIVE IT. LIVE IT.
Give love. Share love.Make it too.Give the glow that is of you To the ones that raise your light,Build it up and keep it bright. Life’s too short to hide such away.Give it. Live it. Share it today.
ONE
One made a dreamer of a foolWhose life became but work,Restored in him both Hope and Light;Inspired him to write Then share with all in simple wishThat Someone there might read.One made a dreamer of a foolAnd gave life back to me.
WILDFIRE
I wrote this one today while checking pastures. We have a few brushy places that need burned off to open up the ground for better forage to take hold, but I am always a little nervous lighting a fire. They can move and change fast when conditions are right, and you never know the way […]
#sharejoy (made a book)
Writing a book: it’s something I’ve always thought about, never chased, but now I have. Last fall, reading Shel Silverstein poems before bed, my son asked me to make him a book with my poems. He finds me in the mornings writing at a table in our living room. He sees the journals I carry […]