Intangible Meanings

Since I didn't get Christmas cards out this year, please accept this offering. And yes, I hope one particular person is creeping around to see what Santa is bringing.

Call It A Gift

We speak of gifts this time of year
We spend our time in holiday cheer
With loved ones far, and near
But we must go deeper still
To discover what lay hidden there
Beneath wrappings we place with care.

To have a talent for
Or be available whenever
Are true hidden treasures
We seldom think of for each other
Yet we can use them, and give them
As any precious item placed before a tree
Like a life upon an altar in sacrifice.

And now I ask myself
Can this be my gift
To someone like you
And you be mine
Things intangible
Like trust in higher things
Of love, respect, and dignity?
Yes we can
So we shall
Appreciate these hidden meanings
Within this Christmas season
Tis more than we envision
Bright as any star amidst the heavens.

D.A. Wittler 17’

Call It Catharsis

Call it catharsis, or finally accepting responsibility as we all must for our actions. When a marriage ends you don't stop to think about the consequences, only how awful you feel inside, and the anger that is in reality a hurt so deep it is beyond description. And so I share the final act of my stupidity that led me here today. It came about as I read an article on how  people know when their marriage is over. Please bare with me. Thank you.

How about when you are in church with your family, and you look over, and see that she isn't wearing her wedding ring. You beg yourself afterwards to ask her, afraid of the answer, and she says "I haven't been wearing it for a while." Reality doesn't set in until you ask yourself: "Was this a hint, or a test to see how long it would take until I noticed it was truly over?" And what did I do next? I did the meanest thing I could think of to express my hurt feelings; I sold my wedding band. Today I think to myself, "How despicable of me to be so cruel, especially when I told her what I had done, and how crushed I knew she felt." Then I knew it wasn't a test at all, it was about noticing who she was, and caring enough to be the man she needed me to be, and who I wasn't.

Merciful Distraction

I apologise for the late hour, but I was at work, and this came to me. I was thinking about the movie Patch Adams with Robin Williams where he has lost the love of his life, and is on the edge of jumping off a cliff when a butterfly lands in front of him. I hope you like it.
Merciful Distraction

Perhaps once in a lifetime
When we've labored so much
Someone comes along
A stranger from the rough
Bearing innocent conversation
A merciful distraction
To ease the rush of life's dispassion
That duty, and honor
Have not gone out of fashion
And when the tempest’s rage
Has given the worst it can deliver
We begin to recover
Some semblance of normal once again
If that was the reason
For our chance meeting
Then let it be as it was
A miracle of transformation
From grief to life once more.

D.A.Witter 17’