Light Fixture

For my 8.5 month old Daughter Hazel, though she can’t read yet. 

 

When you were born it was almost unbelievable.
At one month you were absolutely beautiful.
At two months I was completely in love.
At three months I just couldn’t get enough.
At four I was starting to adore.
At five I just wanted to see you more.
At six you started getting character.
At seven I thought “why do I deserve her?”.
At eight months old you’re unbelievable again.
And when you turn 9 months old you’ll be my friend.

You’re growing so fast, every new day is quickly the past.

Never in my life have I been as happy and content as when your mom and I had you.
And every new day I’m surprised to learn that you expand my heart, you do.

God puts us through trials and pain, or sometimes just the slow lane.
But then he breaks your denial, shows you why you need rain, and proves you’re not insane.

He gives you reason to live.
He gives you reason to love.
He keeps our mind set on things above.

Life doesn’t get easier.
Life doesn’t somehow slow down and give in.
Through experience and effort we learn how to win.
But first, and most importantly, we learn what winning is.
Its about community, church, family, friends, and this:
It isn’t about money, attention, or fame.
It’s about loving your spouse and raising kids in your name.

There will always be some strange excuse to be mad.
Some overblown reaction to an experience gone bad.
But deep down where it matters, in the long term; big picture.
We have contentment in Christ, our hanging light fixture.

And Christ gave me you, to demonstrate that.
That he’s gracious, and loving, and will never change that.
And Christ gave you Me, to do my best to show you him.
That you might see him in me when your light’s looking dim.

On Hold

Is writing worth it? Do my poems matter?

Will publishing another failure make me sadder?

Why put time into something I love if it never becomes a real thing?

I can keep my head in the water above but my body’s still swimming upstream.

The life I have now is already enough. I won’t die if I give up my dreams.

Adding an accolade would only be fluff when I’m already stretched at the seams.  

Is it really giving up if I never commit?

Is my self published work way too much to omit?

Do you really climb a mountain if you never summit?

When every day life keeps you down; you submit?

At what point does desire transform into action?

You strive and aspire to grow beyond faction.

You’re looking for a buyer, spread of word, and some traction.

But lighting that fire is all but a fraction.

Passion is rarely all it’ll take

And effort can barely preserve what’s at stake.  

You need motivation to keep up the drive.

A little inspiration to keep it alive.

But nobody knows to ask you about You.

Your back burner still is kept hidden from view

Until someone wanders across what you do,

And asks you when they can get something new.

Can you really tell them how it’s all on hold?  

How you wish you were driven but you’ve never been bold.

How your last four projects were all but out sold

How you’re feeling your dream is just childish and old?…

Maybe their intrigue was all that you needed?

Your love for your work may not be conceded

Effort and energy may not be depleted

Take one hint of hope and be not defeated.

Six Alarms

(I love writing Punk lyrics for a band that doesn’t exist.)

I set Six Alarms on your phone

For the nights I sleep alone.

You’ll say “the hell?” at 1:00 AM.

And wake up pissed at 2 again.

Something’s wrong for sure at 3

By 4 you’ll start to know its me.

That 5th alarms the last? its not.

6 is on your Echo Dot.

If I can’t sleep you won’t either.

I hope you catch a gnarly fever.