Friday, June 23, 2017

Wake Up

Wake Up

Woke up in the middle
Couldn't find my way
Darkness had overcome  
But there was a distant light
Flickering in the night
And all the while
I could see something happening
A change deep within
And though the world kept calling
I hit the snooze again.

All my life
Challenges keep coming
Some I can overcome
While others hold me down
But there is no reason
To lose hope in this dry season
When sleep is all I want
And so little I get
Makes me wonder
If I'll ever really wake up
And see reality
What's bothering me
That took me away from you in silence.

Where do you come from
My lonesome friend?
Too often you come running
Only to walk away
And I lose the feeling
That brought you to my door
But in my desperation
I call upon your name
And my heart is whole again.

Day after day
I feel time slipping away
Living life in moments
Like a child at play
No rhyme or reason
Just getting by
And then comes evening
When most lie down
I rise up to worship
A neon sign
Saying:
“You got to make your way
In this crazy world my son.”
That was my Father
But Lord I reckon
Your will be done.

Where do you come from
My lonesome friend?
Too often you come running
Only to walk away
And I lose the feeling
That brought you to my door.
But in my desperation
I call upon your name
And my heart is whole again.

Woke up in the middle
Hit the snooze again
All my life
Took me away in silence
But my heart hopes
To be whole again
My lonesome friend
As I call your name
And you come running
Never to walk away again.
Amen

D.A. Wittler 17’

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

The Cause, The Mission And The Process

Clearing off these cluttered walls of things not collected,
Memories of bygone days
When I was young, and unafraid
Wondering if I'll ever see the day
When people stop to pay attention
To silent cries of desperation
In lines slowy forming above my brow
Dark circles below sunken eyes
It is a sad commentary to our times
When all one can do is pray for mercy
Knowing there is a reason, and a season for such suffering.
God only knows for sure when heaven is our final destination.
Amen

Now, cut down to 140 characters on Twitter.
Can you hear, see the difference, or is there? These are my days, searching for simplicity. When we take the detours of life, how much further we must travel, how much more we suffer. But not all is lost, neither a moment wasted, if we are committed to a cause. So, forgive, let go. Give life an opportunity to grow  inside of you again. If there is regret, find resolution. If there is pain, seek peace. If there is hate, find healing. If lost, there is always love to be given.

Cluttered walls
Things collected
Bygone days
Unafraid
See the day
Pay attention
Desperation
Sunken eyes
Sad times
Merciful season
Heaven.

D.A. Wittler 17'

Can you hear me now Ma?
Do you see me standing beside you Pa?
Can I be your equal now Sister?
Am I on the team now Brother?
Can I be your friend now classmate?
Will you treat me as such?
I have paid the price with my self esteem
Been beaten up by self doubt,
And only now can I come home to freedom,
Because God has let me out!
Amen

Thursday, June 15, 2017

Memories And Nightmares

Today I gave advice to a young person torn by the sting of a relationship gone sour. Now I wonder, can I live by the very words I use to comfort another? Can I let go, and be transformed like the calm after the storm? And so, here is my challenge to live on, and choose happiness over pain after the rain. It is then perhaps that I will find those brilliant colors stretched out across the sky above.

There is a reason they call them memories. Some are the ones we cherish most, and put away for safe keeping, others teach us a lesson, but give us a choice to learn from, and move on, or let them haunt us like nightmares that won't leave us alone. The question is, will we learn from them, even though they are filled with personal connections too intimate to share with just anyone, or will we let them go like a pleasant thought gone awry? Peace comes after a tough fight, and freedom is never free as we must be vigilant to protect ourselves whenever the harm draws near, no matter where or when, even in our dreams. Ghosts only matter if we pay attention to them, other wise they eventually go away into a shadow of our former selves. Take heart, always look forward, and never let hope take you back where the pain made you less than the beautiful human being that you were meant to be. Have faith, grow from the rain that once poured out upon you, and know that love is kind, forgiving, and patient over time.
God bless.
Witt

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Foul Weather

A few thoughts:
It is that strange time of year when the weather cannot seem to decide what it wants to do, but then here in Ohio that is pretty much common place. So I sit here listening to a storm slowly pass overhead, and I begin to wonder how thankful I am that a little rain has come to dissipate some of the extreme heat of the last couple of days. You know, it is kind of funny to think that we close up the windows, turn on the air conditioning, and then find ourselves shivering inside with a blanket. Perhaps that is not the case with everyone, especially me as I have closed up the windows, but have no air conditioning to turn up. This old house stays pretty cool with ceiling fans going, and having a basement underneath. So it's 80 degrees, but it beats 93.
I am reminded of other kinds of heat, and foul weather, the kind that creeps in to wreak havoc on our personal lives like financial problems, relationships​ gone sour, or other  issues that steal away some of the joy in life that we were meant to experience. It is not everyday that we get to see a child being born, or a son graduate from high school, but we cannot allow one little storm cloud, or heat wave to take away from the ordinary things like watching a storm cross the sky. It is OK to let the rain fall so that we may feel the cooling affect that naturally occurs after the storm. I still wish sometimes that I could turn on the air, and crawl beneath a secure blanket when the heat gets too high, but then, what do I learn from that? How can I change the weather of my discontented heart if  I always reach for the simple solution? It is hard not to dive under the covers, get angry, or blame others for our misfortune when simply closing up the windows, and turning​ on the ceiling fan will do. Now, I leave the rest to you. Joy is a simple choice to let go, and let God, or simply stew in our own foul weather. God bless.
Witt

Sunday, June 4, 2017

Strange Walls

Four Strange Walls

I embrace quiet
Like I enjoy a falling star
It burns so bright
As it streaks across the sky
And I wonder why
It has to disintegrate
Leaving no impression behind
But a memory
While silence can be broken
Sending shivers down my spine.

If quiet was a commodity
And fallen stars like gold
I'd be rich beyond all measure
Yet I feel like getting old
Is a mere collection
Of burned out stars
Waiting to shine again
And silence is a memory
Noone needs to hold
Any longer than they have to.

For there are days
I long to hear
Children laughing
Instead of
My cuckoo clock ticking
And four strange walls
of nothing.

D.A. Wittler 17'

Friday, June 2, 2017

Stranger Things In Mind

Perfect Stranger

It is getting late,
and I'd rather wait for morning,
than let the pill I took
Steal away the moment
When words redeem me
of my sorrows..
So says the maniac
Living in my head
Who took a chance
And became a perfect stranger
When friendship was the answer
He could not see the harm done
In keeping silent
While rage engulfed hope in flames
Driving love, and all to desperation
Leaving behind a lonely restlessness​
And potential for danger
Where everyone loses
Even the wife
Of a perfect stranger.

You may find me different
Because that's the way I am
Don't judge me by my anger
I am a perfect stranger
Who plays his hand
And loses more than not
He never learned to be a winner
Being lost between extremes
Is his normal state of mind.

Looking for my character
Paralyzed by fear
A dream took me to extremes
Where I saw my brother
Wreaking havoc like a game
And children wear their fame
To bed in shame
Dreaming of that perfect stranger
Who settles for labels
Pills and doctor’s orders
Exchanging innocence for blame
Like that maniac in his brain
Who is merely that perfect stranger
Going to extremes again.

You may find me different
Because that's the way I am
Don't judge me by my anger
I am a perfect stranger
Who plays his hand
And loses more than not
He never learned to be a winner
Being lost between extremes
Is his normal state of mind.

D.A. Wittler 17’

Friday, May 26, 2017

Spring Weather Wonder

Bring On The Rain

Sometimes I wonder
And it's getting late
The sound of thunder
On a cloud filled night
Oh bring on the rain
Though my heart​ breaks again
I long to hear it
Running down the roof
On my window pane
Collecting in a gutter
Washing away the years
From a cluttered street
Where I have traveled
Weary and weak
Wishing and wanting
To share my defeat
With someone so caring
So close through the storm
That it no longer matters
As long as two souls meet.

Bring on the rain
A silent refrain
Left in a gutter
Pouring out into the fields
Where dreams are planted
And tears mingle
With triumph and pain
I'll start all over
When tomorrow comes
If you'll just remember
How I loved you then
And we'll part as friends
Forever wiser
Better than ever.

Water gathers
People head for higher ground
It's all about spring weather
When we awaken
From a long winter slumber
And we're ready to grow once more
Beyond our former selves
Bitter and self centered
Open and like minded
And God hears our prayers
When it rains
He answers
And morning appears
Brighter and in living color
Than we've ever seen.

Ohhh
Bring on the rain
A silent refrain
Left in a gutter
Pouring out into the fields
Where dreams are planted
And tears mingle
With triumph and pain
I'll start all over
When tomorrow comes
If you'll just remember
How I loved you then
And we'll part as friends
Forever wiser
Better than ever.

D.A. Wittler 17’