Lost then Found

To understand where this writing came from requires a bit of an explanation.  The inspiration for this poem is the loss of a dear friend who battled life.  

Nobody ever said that life was easy, that we would escape it unblemished.  It is my belief that the strongest among us suffer for those of us who do not posses the abilities to survive the tortures of life.  God promised that life would not be easy but he also promised that he would provide a balance to serve as an example for his children.  That balance requires that some among us suffer through life.  If everybody were to come to this earth and never have to suffer then what lesson would we all learn?  As a result of this reality warriors are born among us to take up the mantle of living an incomplete life to illuminate the path of the possible. 

If we never knew sorrow, we could never begin to know joy.  If we never knew suffering we could never learn redemption.  If we never knew addiction or affliction we could never appreciate the blessing of health.  

 But it is imperative that you understand that mine is a memory of a little brother sent to help shepherd me through this life and I know with certainty he stands in the presence of giants now humbled to have served his Father’s purpose.  

Lost then Found

When I came to be I found so much

My life was rich beyond the wildest of dreams

There were brothers and sisters, a mother and father 

Along the way I found friendship, hope, happiness, joy and love

Innocence was the song of the day and bliss lined my young path

 

As I transitioned from boy to man my treasures went missing

Perhaps I had taken my eye off of them

Perhaps my choices had stripped them away

Perhaps I had wandered from my path

Now I found loneliness, anguish, sadness, and sorrow and wondered who could love me

Despair became the anthem of my life, my path littered with regret

 

All that I know is that gone was my hope, my happiness and my joy

Thoughts of loving and being loved intangible, unrecognizable remnants of emotions longed for

Innocence shattered

They had been replaced with the timid uncertainties of a life incomplete

But as I peered through the fog that clouds a life, there sprinkled on the path were points of light

I realized that they had been there all along

Brothers that loved me, Sisters who adored me

A mother whose only dream was that her son knew of her love, her faith and her hope

Had I ever lost all that I had found or was it right in front of me this whole time?

But still, something was missing

 

I am gone now, alone

My path is surely dark, my way uncertain, my regrets many

Then, just then, after the last breathe, as I wander in darkness

A voice

It is soft, kind reassuring and familiar

Fear not my son for you are home  

These are the words that pierce the darkness

There is light, a brilliant light.  The weight of an incomplete life is lifted.  My purpose comprehended, suffering replaced with joy and an embrace, like a warm blanket on a cold, cold winter night

Dad?

Yes my son, I am here and there is so much to tell

The American Soldier

How different we are

How different we see

What we call lucky 

The Soldier calls grit

What we call tragic loss 

The Soldier calls the battle of tyranny for the sake of liberty

What we call unnecessary loss of life 

The Soldier calls the price of freedom

What we call senseless 

The Soldier calls courage, honor and commitment

What we call needless and hopeless

The Soldier calls a triumph of the human spirit

We cry… “I support the troops”

“How sad the loss of blood and treasure”

Support, the soldier ponders in rhetorical reflection 

The care of our returning vets is truly the measure

How different we are

How different we see

Amid foreign land

In the sand

On the mountain

In the jungle

Bullets, blood and the screams of their fallen serve as their truth

In comfort flooded by the light of a giant screen

With a coke

With some popcorn

And the hand of a loved one

Quips, drama and pseudo action serve as our fantasy

How different we are

How different we see

For us the path is dark, the footing unsure and the way unclear

Uncertainty dims light, purpose, it clouds confidence

For the soldier the ghosts of their fallen illuminate their path

Their sacrifice and dedication a northern star 

Their honor a lifeline 

Their blood a salvation

They bow their heads to remember those who lit their path 

Those who laid down their life so we could know their story

For them their brothers deserve all the glory

How different we are

How different we see

They would change places with those who fell 

For victory means they all come home safe and well

Fallen they are but gone, no, they remain

There at the vanguard for eternity is their refrain

Apart they are now but together they shall be

And on that day as America stands proud, stands tall 

Together they gave all so that America could be

They fought, they bled, they suffered and died so we can live free

How different we are

But together we could be

If , If only we

Remember those who survived 

With the same honor and reverence as those who have died

Remember that no matter what we obtain in our chosen field

We stand on the shoulders of those who gave it all on the battlefield

 

The Little Things

It's the little things
A smile
A hug
A tear

It's the little things
Sharing a birthday
Sharing new loves
Sharing clothes

It's the little things
That weigh heavy on my heart
That make me cry when I'm alone
That haunt me in the night

I miss the little things
My heart aches
Memories play like a reel in my mind
Tears flow

It's the little things
I've lost my best friend
His dreams on this earth are gone
Now I dream here alone

Rest in peace my little brother

Her Eyes

I saw the compass of my life
In her eyes

I saw that I was safe and adored
In her eyes

I saw the true meaning of life and love
In her eyes

I saw the hope and joy of a world created so I could progress
In her eyes

I saw my success and my failures
In her eyes

Our eyes met the day I came to be

And I am grateful she chose me

Who?

Who will take this fragile new soul? 
I will

Who will watch over him, guide him and protect him? 
I will

Who will teach him honor love and compassion? 
I will

Who will walk alongside him in good times and bad? 
I will

Who will teach him my ways and show him the path that will return him to me? 
I will

Then take this soul, call him your son, and return him unto me. 
I will dear Lord.

The Mist of the Veil

When I came through the mist of the veil
And was born into this life
He was there

When I celebrated the joys of life
A good grade
My first date
The birth of a child
The true meaning of love
He was there

When I lost those things in life that were so precious
My innocence
My children
My brother
He was there

When life had no meaning
And the dark shadows blocked the way
He was there

When I fell as a boy
And when I stumbled as a man
He was there

Whatever I become in this life
Whoever I touch
Whatever difference I make
The mark I leave as a man is because
He was there

So as I pass back through the mist of the veil
And my life is complete
I hope that I have made him proud
Because I know he will be there