Moving On

Early Morning Yesterday

It was early

I was up late

Thinking of a better day

A better way

To show the love of my life

Just how I feel

And there alone

Walking on sand

Quiet shoreline

Found my voice

Circle in the sand

Gold wedding band

Pawned years ago

And it occurred to me

What a fool I had been

But that was then

This is now

And somehow I understand

Life is like water

You never step again

Where you were before

Because life is like that

You can never go back 

But it sure is nice

To find a reason

To live again.

Amen

Early morning yesterday

Where do you stand

Lonely man

Broken soul

Picking up pieces

Like grains of sand

On a lost shoreline

Or moving on

Believing in hope

For a better way

To live again.

Moonlight in my mind

Reflection of a time

Shadows through the trees

Oh honey please

Walk with me

And see where we've been

Seems a million years ago

Many miles behind us now

Children grown

Standing on their own

We made it happen

And that's all that matters

No more regrets

No more broken promises

Just life moving on

Like you and me

On opposite shores

Dreaming again.

Amen

Early morning yesterday

Where do you stand

Lonely man

Broken soul

Picking up pieces

Like grains of sand

On a lost shoreline

Or moving on

Believing in hope

For a better way

To live again.

Early morning comes

Put my dreams to sleep

At least for a moment

With the rising sun

Hope in a field

Wet grass under my feet

Dog barking in a back yard

Simple things to bring me back

To a life in balance

Put that shoreline behind

For another time

Early morning yesterday.

D.A. Wittler 16'

A few thoughts: It is no surprise that I have had this crazy dream of writing a book, and so, after another five years has gone by, I picked up where I left off. Eighteen pages already finished, and tonight, 859 words closer towards "The Goal. " I thought to keep this under wraps, but why cover it up with a bushel basket, right? Perhaps this is finally where I get off this insane merry-go-round, and start living the life I was meant to. As time goes on, I hope to know where this is going... Your words, and prayers are greatly appreciated. And so, a little teaser.

God Bless
WItt

In those quiet brief hours when dawn creates the illusion of a new day, the whole house seemed to breath a huge sigh of relief as the stress, and strain of a life lived in brief vignettes gives way to the only form of peace available, unconsciousness. Mother seemed to be the only inhabitant oblivious to the nightmares of loss, conviction, and longings of a son eager to claim his place upon the family mantel. Her only concerns were caring for those closest to her, and maintaining the semblance of a life she had known before all of the insanity began. Her strength came from the fact that faith in higher things overcomes all, carries on in spite of, and triumphs over evil. In her silent ways a household remains a safe haven, and a hope for those wanting desperately to come home again. Acceptance, and approval are mere testaments to the stubbornness of human beings placed in extraordinary circumstances. Life, in all its precious sates of mind, is based on love, and belief in something bigger than oneself. That no matter what, man can overcome when he does not cower inside himself, but rather, reaches up, and grasps the divine. Somehow, in those precious few moments, life returned to normal, but to Rosemary McBride, the heart of the matter lie in her ability to keep her family together as best she could, that no mater what, she would be there to bind all wounds, and keep the home-fires burning brightly; for there is nothing more profound in this world than a mother's love, and a God who inspires his children to be more than the sum of their earthly selves, to overcome any foe for freedom' s sake. In the end, that is all that matters when man has destroyed a place not meant for his eternal home.

Witt's Den: The Peril of Nicodemus

Witt's Den: The Peril of Nicodemus

Witt's Den: A Lion in the Crowd

Witt's Den: A Lion in the Crowd

Stick In The Mud

I wrote this on a mere whim a few days ago, and I cannot remember where I heard something very similar. At first I signed it anonymous, but if anyone can identify another source, please let me know. Maybe it is one of those things I have needed to express for a long time, and finally found the words to express. In any case, God bless.

Witt

Move On

I have been

And sometimes am

That stick in the mud

You know the one

Who can't seem to move on

So the best thing to do

Is to proceed with caution

Always to strive for one more mile

And with each step you take

One more heart ache is left behind

One more wound is healed

One more possibly can be reached 

And one less tear that needs wiped away

For there is nothing greater than a true friend

No God mightier than a Savior

And no effort worth it's stride

Without a goal in mind.

Amen

D.A. Wittler 16'

A View from a Blog, or a Dog That Is:

A few thoughts:
So I saw this poor dog chained up in the back yard of someone's home this morning. He looked not much older than a pup, and he had dug himself a hole to lay in, perhaps to provide some kind of security, or warmth from the approaching winter cold.
As I stood not far away, I wanted so badly to run over and give him a pat on the head, and tell him how much I would love to set him free, and take him home with me, but I didn't. You see, he kept staring at me, and then he would look to the house as if to say, "I'm still here, and waiting patiently for a little of your time and attention." I knew that eventually someone would come out and check on him as he appeared well taken care, except for the tie out that is.

Today, as I face some pretty tough situations, especially financially etc, I keep looking up towards "the big house," like that poor pup, and wonder if someone is looking out for me. I struggle to find comfort, and fight the urge to dig a hole to lie in my own self pity, but I keep looking up knowing things aren't really as bad as I think they are. Now I know why DOG is GOD spelled backwards.
Keep the faith my friends, we may feel all tied up sometimes, but eventually we are set free; it is all in how we must keep looking up, and realizing that we are truly looked after, and cared for in a way we cannot see or feel in our human form. Don't give up, never give in!
Amen
Witt

Soldier On

A few thoughts:
Sitting in the rain at a high school football game can conjure a variety of thoughts, especially if you cannot seem to concentrate on what is happening on the field. I was thankful for pregame festivities, and a great half time show on Friday night, they brought back many fond memories, and some not so great. I tried capturing the experience in this piece. God bless.

Witt

Soldier On

Once a soldier

Always a soldier

At least that is what they say

Once a father

Always a father

As I am today

But a husband

Not always true

A whole different thing

It can all change

Like a suit of clothes

One day well dressed

Another in chains

From a past you can't change.

So where does one go

When it's all gone

The love

The home

The relationship?

How to move on

How to live again

How to mend

I don't know

Except to soldier on

Father on

Be a friend.

But my mind isn't quite right

My soul some times low

Body moving slow

Thoughts so confused 

Sleepless nights

Even God seems far away

As I pray 

Answers will come

But I survive till then

So I know the outcome

Will be OK

As long

As I soldier on.

D.A. Wittler 16'