Time of Our Lives

March 19, 2014

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Yesterday was the time of our lives, we jumped up for the skies
With our hands outreached towards the sun
Hoping we might catch a ray of light before day turned to night
We were many, but still, we were one

Yesterday was the time of our lives, caution thrown to the hives
The whole wide world was ours to claim
We were naive and unachieved, what else could be believed
Through rose tinged lens, all dreams look the same

Yesterday was the time of our lives, we broke free of our ties
Memories are all that can remain
We were dreamers in a youthful haze, bound by our glory days
Unfledged dreams were all that kept us sane

Yesterday was the time of our lives, our hearts being what drives
Unseasoned, but youth is all that strives
Though we long for our childhood past, days come and gone too fast
This is, this is the time of our lives

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Silence is my gift to you
Only love from a heart that beats for you
Verses from a spirit that prays for you
All gifts from these ink stained hands that create for you

Silence gives and silence takes
Deaf to the choices she made, she makes
The world turns and the world shakes
All my chips are in and the winner takes

Silence is my gift to you
Only love from a heart that beats for you
Verses from a spirit that prays for you
All gifts from these ink stained hands that create for you

Eyes switch off and ears subdue
Blind as black and deaf as blue
A single road diverged in two
I’ll choose the one that leads to you

Silence is my gift to you
Only love from a heart that beats for you
Verses from a spirit that prays for you
All gifts from these ink stained hands that create for you

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What Keeps Me Going

November 12, 2013

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You know what keeps me going when it feelings like I’m running in place? I have these pictures of things already past and of things yet to come ingrained in my brain like tattoos in my mind.

My past shows me an image of a little boy frightened beyond belief by the changes taking place inside his very body. A little boy who never really understood what was happening to him because no one thought to ask what he needed. Everyone was making decisions that would effect the little boy long after he was no longer a little boy anymore, yet no one asked him what he thought he needed…

There’s a little boy in my future, too. Many of them, in fact. Little girls, as well. And they all have one thing in common: their bodies are imperfect and the little boys and the little girls, they just want to be children. They just want to go outside and play and they just want to go to school and learn. They want to go on to become teachers, police officers, firefighters, and, yes, maybe even doctors. But more than anything else, they want to be children and they want to be understood. So, the little boys and the little girls, they come and see Dr. JT. They know that this doctor is unlike the rest because he takes the time to explain to them things both frightening and complicated in a way that is neither frightening nor complicated. This doctor, he always talks to the little children, never at them and never through them. This doctor always takes the time to make sure that the little children understand what is happening to them as fully as their young minds will allow.

And this doctor, he doesn’t forget that while healing starts with the body, it ecompasses the mind and the spirit. So, when a family, after just receiving news that will change their lives forever, asks for a chaplain to come pray with them, this doctor, Dr. JT, takes the family by the hand, lowers his head, and begins the healing process with three simple words,

“Dear Heavenly Father. . .”

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Oh, I know she’s out there
Could she be
Close by, maybe
Another place, another life
Hang on, we’ll see
She’s the mystery between the lines
Of a story I’ve read one million times
She’s the whisper in the wind
I can feel her closing in
And I’m starting to figure out
She’s the one I can’t live without
Oh, I know she’s out there

The midnight road’s a lonely place to be
On a moonless night like this for me
This dusty path has been ridden hard
Much like the roadway to my heart
I could swear I’ve been right here before
And I’m still not sure what I’m looking for
Circling the same old place
Feels like I’m lost in space

Oh, but I know she’s out there
Could she be
Close by, maybe
Another place, another life
Hang on, we’ll see
She’s the mystery between the lines
Of a story I’ve read one million times
She’s the whisper in the wind
I can feel her closing in
And I’m starting to figure out
She’s the one I can’t live without
Oh, I know she’s out there

This ain’t no fantasy
This life of mine
But that don’t mean there can’t be
A happy ending this time
No, this ain’t no fairytale
No happily ever after
And I guess that’s just as well
Because I’d die to hear her laughter

Oh, but I know she’s out there
Could she be
Close by, maybe
Another place, another life
Hang on, we’ll see
She’s the mystery between the lines
Of a story I’ve read one million times
She’s the whisper in the wind
I can feel her closing in
And I’m starting to figure out
She’s the one I can’t live without
Oh, I know she’s out there

Just one hug
Just one kiss
One simple touch
Could be the cure for all of this
But with a heart that’s gone amiss
I’d not be satisfied with just one kiss
One hug just wouldn’t do
Unless followed by one million more from you

Oh, I know she’s out there
Could she be
Close by, maybe
Another place, another life
Hang on, we’ll see
She’s the mystery between the lines
Of a story I’ve read one million times
She’s the whisper in the wind
I can feel her closing in
And I’m starting to figure out
She’s the one I can’t live without
Oh, I know she’s out there

But with a heart that’s gone amiss
I’d not be satisfied with just one kiss
One hug just wouldn’t do
Unless followed by one million more from you

I’ve said this many times to many people, but I’ll say it once more,

“Disability is 1% being unable to do something and 99% people telling you that you can’t do something.”

Disability is not a medical or psychological pathology, but a social disease. Before the disease can be cured and that prejudice can be done away with, society has to change how it looks at people with handicaps. We are all handicapped in one way or another, some wounds are just more apparent than others. Some scars, just easier to see.

The chain is only as strong as the weakest link. We are only as great as the least among us. Until that moment when we look at each other and see only fellow human beings, equally deserving of respect and consideration, society will remain disabled.

A Soldier Departed

February 20, 2013

As the Creator whispered into the young man’s battleworn heart, “You fought with honor,” the young man closed his eyes. “You served with valor,” the Commander continued. The young man’s breathing slowed to a mere whisper fleeing steadfast into the forthcoming wind, fading into oblivion until it could be felt no more. “Your service is over, soldier.” Slowly, the young man’s heart beat to the sound of a fatigued drummer’s final murmur that chased his breath to a land where the final utterances of the dying go on to live for the rest of eternity. “Go home.” And with that, the young man died. The young soldier parted onward to another world, a better world, from a hospital bed, connected to the many machines that beeped and booped the thematic of his departure. The young man passed through the doorway of eternity surrounded by angels, soaked in the love that poured from their eyes. The curtains fell as the final act of the performance came to a finish; the story, an end.

The world turned as it always had up to that moment, impervious to the death of a single human being. It seemed the world would continue to turn as it always had and always would, all but in the hearts of the lives a young soldier had wandered into and wandered out of with only footprints in the sand to remind them that he had once stood there. He had once loved there. With his footprints compressed into the sand, it was almost as if the tides of time had never washed him away. Where the young man’s footprints lay engraved in the sand, his love would stand against all tides forever and for always.

The Road Less Traveled

August 2, 2012

The road less traveled, it’s the only road I’m on for days at times. Lonesome sometimes, but often I’ll come across another drifter who’s low on hope and faith. I give him what I can, even if that is only a few words of encouragement and I find someone to walk with me until the roads split again and we part ways. Life is not about the destination, but the journey in between and the people you meet while wandering down the road less traveled.

In the words of American poet, Robert Frost, “Two roads split in the wood and I, I took the road less traveled. It has made all the difference.”

The Friendly Cyclops

January 31, 2012

She stares at me from her seat on the bus. This stare is different from the stares I’ve grown accustomed to. My presence doesn’t repulse her, rather it drives her curiosity. She cocks her head and stares at me, baffled by the mysteries my appearance present to her. I meet her curious stares with a warm smile. She smiles back and nods as she deboards the bus, confirming that she has received my telepathic message, “It’s ok. I’m a friendly cyclops.”

Even in my Dreams

December 20, 2011

Even in my dreams, I wander through these endless halls of tiled floors, elevators and desks. I pass each room, peering inside to see people lying in their beds attached to intravenous catheters, respiratory catheters, urinary catheters, feeding catheters; too many catheters. I enter each room as if I were a ghost hovering invisibly above the tiled floors. Why does my spirit keep bringing me back here? Haven’t I seen more of this place than any person should need to? Why would I choose to spend the rest of my life amidst these hallowed halls that echo with the cries of children long since passed away? I don’t know. All I know is that even in my dreams, my spirit returns.

In my Heart the Same

December 10, 2011

The God of all the world
Took the sinners and made them saint
God chose the weakest ones
To bless them with His strength

The Lord of all creation
Took the meager and made them bold
God made a child a king
A shepard, a healer of souls

God, my Lord, my Father
You choose the ones most afraid
You give to them the heart of a warrior
The faith to follow the plans you made

Father thou art in Heaven
Hallowed be thy name
Thy will be done on Earth as in Heaven
And in my heart, the same

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