The Steps of my Father

I came to my father late one night seeking answers to it all. I begged “How am I to stand when it feels as if I can barely crawl?” I asked “How can you stand it; just grin and bear it? Get up and work day after day, as the horse that chases the carrot.” I came to my father when my world was crumbling down. I asked “How can you bear to be the world’s own Charlie Brown?” My father grinned, he smiled, he said “come here son. I’m sorry there’s no secret to life- except that you only get one.” He said “I’m sorry there’s no key to success; I’m sorry that life has become such a mess. I regret that it feels as if you don’t have it figured out, Yet I can’t let you leave with even a trace of a doubt; That life is a sure bet and always worth living; It’s the only thing we have that keeps on giving. Though at times it gives us sadness, mayhem, and sorrow. Rest assured we have the promise of a better tomorrow. Get up and work; enjoy what you do. We all deserve happiness- that includes you. Seek out adventure, and settle down with a wife. Don’t let her go son; make her your life. Have a few children that bring smiles through pain. So that when it’s all over you will see your true gain. Seek out the Lord daily in all that comes your way. Put Him first in your life- allow Him to greet you each day. The path will be hard and you’re quite certain to fall- Just remember to stand back up son; that’s the key to it all. Because when it’s all said and done- when the smoke has all passed. You’ll realize those rough moments went by rather fast. Remember the dry seasons when the rains of blessings are gracious, And remember the wet season when your store house of blessings seems spacious. Know that through all of this you’re not alone- With people who love you, you’ll find you’re never far from home.

There and Back Again: A Human's Tale

Here's one that i wrote after i had met my wife. Coming out of a dark time in life, this stood as a bright ray of sunshine to my diluted heart, and a beacon of hope to dance with joy once again. It's one of the few positive writings which I've done. Oddly it's far easier to write of sorrow and disgrace than joy; i guess because in sorrow we become apathetic, and thus it's far easier to centralize our feelings and self with little regard to anything else.
Well, enjoy:
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Twas Two days apart, yet an eternity separate.
For truly in the realm of forever two days should seem as if but a glimpse, yet maybe when one plays with the tools of the gods time evades our grasp of bureaucratic understanding.
To observe the insolent swine i deem my peers, and to reflect on how so many use every fiber of restraint in their body to be committed...and yet fail.
However in my heart every fiber of will is used to hold back my love, for were it truly to be poured upon you it would be too magnificent for this dark world to contain.
So drink slowly my dear, for the flask of my soul will never run dry for you.
Yet when one becomes intoxicated from the fumes of cupid, it is easy to observe how deep these wounds go.
For you found me in my tattered state, and i felt the cure i desired was but a band-aid to heal the wounds that had befallen me.
Yet can one truly grow by addressing a wound? For the pains and memories still surface at inopportune times to consume ones soul.
Yet you took from your sheath a new dagger, and spliced into my heart a new wound that bleed freely over the others.
However this dagger was different, and allowed the wound to heal quickly, forever erasing the scars left from Father Time's chest of arrows.
And here i find myself, living everything i ever dreamed of doing, only to discover i had been my own worst enemy all along.
For in vain attempts to find satisfaction i had deprived myself of the one cure i needed: love. In a desperate attempt of masochistic control i nearly lost everything, yet found what i needed in my broken state: an anchor.
You have wrought in my heart that which no other woman of vice could grant: you have created in my heart, in my future, and in my soul a place to deem home.

Though the love has grown i still find myself caught up in fevers of a ten year old; enveloped by the aroma of adolescent love. Yet what glory and fervor do these children have in love' what secrets that hold which we bitter ancients have forgotten.
For nothing can replace the feeling of falling in love when you're ten, the trust, the joy, the complete absence of control.
Here my heart lies cut open once again to these moments, only for you.
The past has wrought us much growth, the present much joy, yet it is the future that will make us more than those story books could ever dream of amounting to.

Be patient for the Lord, that He will bring that special person into your life. And once the heaven's shine upon your face, love freely with all that you have, for only here can joy overcome the sorrows of true loves wake.

Salutations

Hey,
So my beautiful wife is an expert blogger, and i figured I would give this a shot. This is a place for me to more or less post my thoughts and writings (old and new), and hopefully begin to create something beautiful with writing once again.
I hope you enjoy, and maybe find a piece of yourself in where I've been.

-Trey