Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Wood Smoke and Old Grapes

Joe

The hint of wood smoke
And old grapes
Returns this time of year
As Memorial Day draws near
Setting off remembrances
Like fireflies or sparklers
In my head
Gentle soul of a man I once knew
Who enjoyed his cigarettes
And Bohemian style brew
Walks out of darkness
Smiles
Cracks a joke
Then disappears
Laughter still ringing in my ears
Sitting beside the old stove
Upon the walls
A treasure trove
Collected cans
Tigers penant
Someone we all know
Just call him Joe
Sits at the bar
Sips his beer
Tips his cap
As you come near
Then waits to tell you
Of that fateful year
When he left home
For the battlefield
Even if he spent it
Upon the quartmaster’s chair.
And when he passed
I was there the day
He breathed his last
Autumn blush
On treeless leaves
Silent hush
A whirling breeze
Carried his soul aloft
To the sound of rifle fire
Folded flag
A wooden cross
Forever now with his Savior
Leaving behind
A silent tomb
Scar closed wound
In a garden of stone
With his brethren lost
But not forgotten
Of the cost
Of freedoms won
Yeah, we all know
A man named Joe
Here, or there
Still a Vet
And you can bet
He'll go again
If his country needs him to.
Amen

D.W. Wittler 17’

Saturday, May 20, 2017

Who Writes Letters Anymore?

Who Writes Letters Anymore


I was there
When you took your first breath
When my life changed forever
Son, and a brother
We were a growing family then
And I knew you would take the world by storm
The two of you together
One day in a cub scout uniform
The next in a tux
Going to your senior prom
Oh how I remember those days
When you needed me to tie your shoes
And mend those skinned up knees
But this is now
My world has gotten smaller
While yours has gotten bigger
We seem so far apart
But you'll always be in my heart
Son, I love you
Send it in a text
Because who writes letters anymore?

And here I go again
Power of a guilty conscience
Regret is a lonesome pleasure
So many get
When the memories come
Makes me wonder why
If only I knew then
What I know now
But I love you son
And that's all that matters.

Even though the nights stay long
I dream for you to be strong
Keep the faith my boys
You'll need it to keep you
When you've had a bad day
And answers don't come easy
Cause life is like that
You never know what your gonna get
But I'd make a bet
It won't keep you down
Cause I'll be prayin
In the silence of my room
For angels like your mother
To remain at your side
Think I'll send it in a text
Because who writes letters anymore?

And here I go again
Power of a guilty conscience
Regret is a lonesome pleasure
So many get
When the memories come
Makes me wonder why
If only I knew then
What I know now
But I love you son
And that's all that matters now
Take care
No text today
Because I still write letters.
Dad

Monday, May 8, 2017

Title Me Please

A few thoughts:

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Quiet child, lost child
Who dwells within
Out amongst the morning​ mist
Gathering in creation
Experiencing everything he can
And when time came
To get in line
He was nowhere to be found
But in the meadow playing.

And so the day came, and went
With no purpose given
Yet in service he did provide
A young man's offering
To God, and country
And in time was shown his loyalty
Determination, and fidelity
Yet no purpose still was found.

So, where to turn he reckoned
To seek love, and start a family
And so he prayed so fervently
Endured a secret suffering
On bended knee, and rosary in hand
Finally his longing granted.

Quiet child, lost child
Who dwells within
Enduring silent suffering
Kept his soul from wondering
As child's play had once been
Yet love withers when not given
All it needs to thrive
Yet children grow regardless
And time passes as a flowing stream
Leaving only memories in it's wake
Like rolling ripples over hidden rocks.

Day upon day he gathers moss
A man forever lost
Mind in field covered with frost
Waiting still for that special something
That never came
Yet he knows within his heart
That words tell a different tale
Quiet child, lost child
To God I sing
What does tomorrow bring?

D.A. Wittler 17'

Friday, May 5, 2017

Under The Weather

A few thoughts: Spring is in the air; no, that's rain, head for the life boats friends cause the river is rising!
This time of year we look towards high school graduations, weddings, and the rebirth of nature. That stubborn north wind lingers while we anticipate outdoor adventures, and faith tells us that salvation, and hope are on the morning horizon. Working ground, planting seeds, and planning futures combine to fuel our confidence as warm summer nights fill our dreams like a mystical heaven. Puppies, dandelions, camp fires burn even brighter; our desires for happiness press us onwards in jubilant songs of seasons past as we know from experience what a change in the weather brings, while our perpetually​ turning earth has swayed in our favor once more.
And who remembers yesterday?  Forgotten treasures, pictures of a bygone era when our parents were young, and we mere children yet to know our first breath. It is destiny that brings us here today, and legacy which drives us forward in all it's splendor beyond the clouds of spring, and the rain which threatens to wash away our longings for warmer weather. Finally, let us not abandon ship like that fateful day in April, for our days of bliss are just around the corner.
God bless!
Witt

Sunday, April 30, 2017

Emotional Weather

Stop The Rain

Who will stop the rain,
and start my heart again.
Who will warm this space,
and take my place
When all I've done is in ruins.
When will time finally replace,
and erase the dread of living
When I'm done regretting...

Faith,
Faith is where I begin,
and faith is where it ends;
It all depends on faith.
Amen

Here I am
Standing in a shower
Got the means,
and the power
To overcome these desires
My second nature
But somewhere I got lost
Born in the middle
Class warfare
Looking for an answer
Lost child forever
In this world I never
Knew my name
Who to blame?

Who will stop the rain,
and start my heart again.
Who will warm this space,
and take my place
When all I've done is in ruins.
When will time finally replace,
and erase the dread of living
When I'm done regretting...

Faith,
Faith is where I begin,
and faith is where it ends;
It all depends on faith.
Amen

Stop the rain
Start again
My heart searches
Soul wonders
A lonely restless night
For a second chance
To make things right
If only
You knew my pain
But I cannot be
Cannot see it coming
Happy ending.

Who will stop the rain,
and start my heart again.
Who will warm this space,
and take my place
When all I've done is in ruins.
When will time finally replace,
and erase the dread of living
When I'm done regretting...

Faith,
Faith is where I begin,
and faith is where it ends;
It all depends on faith.
Amen

D.A. Wittler 17'

Monday, April 24, 2017

Tough Love

For friendship, for relationship, and for the things we do not wish to speak, but must  if love is to prevail:
 We must be willing to look into those spaces that are darkest in our souls, because those who love us most see what we do not wish to see, and that is the horrible truth about love, that even though we feel with great intensity a passion beyond ourselves, it is within ourselves that we must go, and be true to what is revealed to us for our own good.

God Bless
Witt

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

To One Who Sees

Old Soul

Comes a time
Old soul
Looking for positive
Walked away quietly
Cause he grew up negative,
Destroyed a life,
So he'll be damned
If it'll ruin another one,
Running out of lives
To live in these troubled times
It's all about choice,
Feeding negative,
You get more​ negative,
Giving love,
And life becomes new
A great adventure!

Enter a room
Feel the energy
Flowing into his soul
Hears a song
But he can't read the melody
Words give him everything
In his element
Long night drags on
Living a life
What he wanted all along.

Freedom
Calling for freedom
Chained in contemporary times
An old soul dies
Looking for someone
A fighting chance to live
Longing to give
A piece of my heart.

Friends
Cause you need people
Not just family
To keep you company
And time
Marches on
Though you want to stay young
God knows the end
Isn't what you expected
But it's all I've got
To give you my heart
So don't let negative
Keep us apart.

Closing theme
Just pictures of reality
Old soul cries out
For more sanity
Cause people are flawed
And he can't see
A better way to be
Than an old soul being free.

Freedom
Calling for freedom
Chained in contemporary times
An old soul dies
Looking for someone
A fighting chance to live
Longing to give
A piece of my heart.

D.A. Wittler 17'