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’

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 pennant

Someone we all know
An average 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 quartermaster'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’

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

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'

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