A Few Words For The Sake Of A Wall

A few thoughts:

 “Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.”
-Socrates

For me the question begs: "Do I have the courage to overcome what cannot be undone, like distance, time, and emotional energy of a negative kind?" And still, "Do I possess the tools to pry apart the brick, and mortar of a wall created in the mind?" The answer seems to jump out of me: "Caring is not a question, but an action waiting to be taken." So I guess the only thing left to do is start pulling away the clutter, and deal with the wall at hand, because part of that wall was built in my own frame of mind before it became a force of human nature. Like nature, our human condition can seem to be an insurmountable obstacle, but in reality just a mole hill waiting to be conquered.
God bless, and Happy Thanksgiving to all!

The Fear of New Beginings

A Series of Divine Accidents

Poems, and Thoughts

From My Adulthood.

Dale A. Wittler

I have heard that fear is our only enemy, and the person who can overcome it is truly blessed. To my knowledge there has only ever been one such person born on earth who has ever achieved that goal, and he died willingly to save the entire world. My aim in life has never gotten even close to such a lofty purpose, but I can say that to inspire even one person to become the best version of themselves is perhaps a surmountable destination given the obstacles, and mole hills created by uncertainty, and a lack of confidence in oneself.

Speaking as a man so often consumed by doubt, there is only one facet of life left to fully explore, and that is faith. Faith feeds the fire of a notion postulated by the late film director/actor Orson Wells who believed that all great film is about divine accidents. One never knows when something purely spontaneous will create a moment unscripted, and brilliant. More than mere coincidence, life is not about happenstance, rather a series of divine accidents. And so I embark on yet another leg of a journey began on July 24th. 1962. But as life provides references, information, and formal education in youth, it affords a gold mine of experience in adulthood.

It is here where I begin again, and perhaps end with the ultimate conclusion that to become a person willing to face fear, that fear become less of an enemy, and more of a yearning to emulate the greatest human being who ever lived. Perhaps then life becomes more about the divine side in each of us, and less about the fears that keep us from becoming the best version of ourselves. Here is a collection of my own series of divine accidents. Enjoy!

D.A.Wittler 11/05/2018

One Day At A Time For Dad

For the man  I knew as a child who seemed invincible, his work ethic unstoppable. Who hung his clothes on a kitchen chair at night so as not to wake my mother who was already planning out her day in a silent slumber only mother's can know.
For the father I now know who worries out loud whereas years ago he buried it deep in a silent rage only father's can feel. For the "old man" creeping by through life with a cane in hand, and an oxygen bottle at his side. For the son I wish I had been, and only now can comprehend. For a shoulder to lean on, a hand to hold on to, and an ear always listening to a soul longing for freedom.
For a God to be kind enough to grant a peaceful end to a perfect day.
Amen

I Am Today

Who am I today?

Friend, stranger

Loner, introvert, lover?

Oh I am what I need to be

At any given moment

Taking in the beauty of your voice

It is my choice

Over miles of pasture

Fields of corn

Blankets of soy beans

Once green with life enduring

Until the harvest moon comes calling

Devouring in an autumn mist

Preparing for wisps of winter wind.

I am caring

A !atent soul emerging

On angel's wings appearing

I am my own invention

Being of God's creation

Free will lets me roam

Upon shores of freedom

To determine my life's course

While this mortal vessel courses

With that which bleeds

From a heart that leaps for joy

Dives into waters of depression

Or beats dry upon death's door

I am mortal man

I am today!

D.A. Wittler 11/1/18