Monday, August 22, 2016



Carousel Horses

When carousel horses
Come to life
You dream
You live a child's imagination
Fleeing adult captivity
Freeing possibility
To where anything can be.

My Mother rides
Round and round
Upon her ivory steed
Never stopping
A distant memory recounted
But if you ask her
Where she's gone
She cannot remember
It was some time ago
When pages turned
And stories told
Were all the rage
A child could know
Now cobwebs form
And dust settles from a storm
Like snowflakes on the lawn.

When carousel horses
Come to life
You dream
You live a child's imagination
Fleeing adult captivity
Freeing possibility
To where anything can be.

Sleeping, sleeping
Another world awakens
carousel horses sing
Their whinnying pronounces
A holiday from the king
"Go and roam
No pasture fences
To keep us in
Freedom, freedom
From within!"

And Mother's face cringes
Her curiosity turned to confusion
A ticking clock announces
Hours with a chime
Without reason.

When carousel horses
Come to life
You dream
You live a child's imagination
Fleeing adult captivity
Freeing possibility
To where anything can be.

D.A. Wittler 16'





Saturday, August 13, 2016

From: My Summer of 81

I came across an old journal from the summer after I graduated from high school in 1981. It expresses many hopes, dreams, and aspirations. Some have been fulfilled while others were never meant to be. I hope you enjoy this short excerpt:

A man sat down upon the cold grey steps that led to sorrow, and pain; his heart lay heavy within his chest, and nothing could possibly reach him in the abysss of grief he had fallen into. A tear had formed in the corner of his eye, and ran slowly down his cheek, and fell to the steps with a silent patter. He looked up, and I could tell that he was staring at me through the dark black circles around his eyes, and somehow I knew he was grieving for me. I walked over to him, helped him to his feet, brushed off his clothing, and gave him some money for a bite to eat. He said, "Thank you," and disapeared as if he had never been there at all.

I wonder today if this was all just a dream from a past as uncertain then as the future is now. I really had no clue at the time where I was headed except that I gave the power of my future over to Uncle Sam to decide for the next four years. It still haunts me to imagine how things would have been different if I had not decided to procrastinate, and go out into the world under my own power. Was this man a future projection of the man I am today? Could it be that my insight then was as keen as it is today, or was I merely mired in self doubt as any young high school graduate about to be faced with the reality of self determination, and adult responsiblity?
For whatever it is worth, pay attention to your dreams, but do not get too caught up in meaning as some things are just reflections, or impresssions, while others give but a glimpse of what might be headed your way. For me today, it is quite prophetic to know the gift of insight is inborn, and who can afford not to take a moment to consider the possibilities? If I could go back to that time thirty five years ago, and be that man, I would have plenty to say... but that is for another day.

God Bless

Witt

Sunday, July 31, 2016

From The Heart of the Storm

Words to make your day:
I was down at my folk's house today checking things out since we are planning to sell it or rent it out, and I came across a book my cousin Tina Calvelage Searcy wrote before she passed away some years ago. The irony of the situation is that her brother Rick popped up on my fb page with a friend request yesterday.
Now I know my faith is being strengthened and reaffirmed by the struggles and storms that have plagued my life these past three years. From the Heart of the Storm is a chronical of Tina's battle with cancer while pregnant with her third child. Having lost one child prior to this, and the realization of how God works so mysteriously in our lives, she was able to endure and make the ultimate sacrifice.
Needless to say, as I read the introduction, and read her conclusion, I was moved in such a way that brought me to one knee and tears to my eyes. If there is one thing I have learned over the years it is that God does not place obstacles in our path, we do that to ourselves by limiting our vision of what we can and cannot do in life. We all have choices to make that either keep us enveloped in the heart of the storm or leads us out into the sunshine where a rainbow greets us with a reassurance that God will always be there to show us the way.
With that being said, let not your hearts be troubled, as Christ taught us to trust in his cross, and to never be afraid to take up our burdens daily, and follow in his footsteps. There is always hope amidst the tribulation, and such joy in knowing we do not live in vain. Now, there is work to be done... God bless!

Saturday, July 2, 2016

To My Long Lost June

I left June in a cloud of summer dust not knowing when I would return to continue the quest of this blog; to entertain, educate, and inspire those who follow. With July now upon us and the dog days of August waiting for an opportunity to reveal  what it has in store, let us journey some more together. And so, here's to my long lost June.To faded glory of relationship. To dreams of happier days ahead, and to our heroes who save us from falling into the flames of our self destruction; whether it be a significant other,  friendship, or the love of God.

God Bless
Witt

For Paula:

Falling In The Fire


Lying there in darkness
Holding on to something
Left behind long ago
It's a lonely feeling
Leaves a coldness
Deep down in your soul
Wondering if you'll be
Saved by a hero
Or
Left falling in the fire.


Once upon a time
Is all you've ever known
But life isn't like that
When rain muddies your path
And you wonder where's your hero
There to catch you
When
When you're falling in the fire
Or just dreaming of tomorrow.


So in silence you go
Bitter with a wounded heart
And no one seems to know how you're feeling
Falling in the fire
But your soul yearns to rise
Out of ashes
Burning embers of hope
For tomorrow.


But tomorrow never comes
And today only lingers
Like a mythical creature
Waiting to carry you home
And God only knows
Who will save you
A hero
From falling in the fire
Or a sunrise renewed with hope.

D.A Wittler 16'

Saturday, May 14, 2016

A Little Less Closer To Desperation


A Little Less Closer To Desperation


Today,
As I pondered
Weaknesses
Choices made
Paths taken
Loves lost
Journeys ended
New ventures begun
I remembered,
My God forving
Then found myself
A little less closer to desperation.

Yesterday,
A means to gain perspective
An accumulation of lessons
Not future destruction
Self knowledge
Like an open letter
To edit and revise
A work in progress
But never a place to linger for too long
To find oneself
A little less closer to desperation.

Tomorrow,
Waiting like a sunrise
Through an open door of darkness
Whether starry sky
Or cast in gray
Limitless array of possibility
But not to dwell upon
For one must live here and now
To find themselves
A little less closer to desperation.

D.A. Wittler 16'

Monday, May 9, 2016

Samaritan or Victim?

I had an experience over the weekend that troubled me a great deal until early this morning when I woke up from a sound sleep. Let it suffice to say that you can meet all kinds of people with all sorts of agendas on-line. Some are truly sincere while others appear to have alterior motives than mere friendship. To those true friends out there, thank you. And to those who are less than genuine, auf wiedersehen. From here on out I will be a little more discerning as a samaritan and not a victim.

A Trail of Tears

I met a woman
Along the way
Who carried so much loneliness
She carried it like a cross
And made it known how heavy it was.

I stopped amid my searching
To perhaps make a friend
Like that good Samaritan
Bind a wound or soothe her suffering
But when she looked up to me and said: "Hello good sir, do you know our Savior?"
I was stunned to hear her story
Though it was sad
I wondered why she questioned me
And so I shared my story too
Only to be condemned
For my lifelong following.

It seemed as though she was adept
Like some who wear their love upon a sleeve
At passing judgment through a holy name
But I remained
And listened attentively.

She said:
"Sir, I see you are a kind soul
For stopping by to care in my suffering, but would you mind
My witnessing?
Open your eyes and see
Awaken
How you toil in your beliefs
For it is in every word that brings true salvation,
Not through idols and ointments?"

Well, my friends
I stood there most perplexed
As you can imagine
And wondered what to do next
As it appeared this good woman really did not seem to need my assistance at all.
It was like she saw me coming
From far off
And lay down to catch my curiosity
So that she could preach to me
The word I knew for many years
To be so different than what I had caught within my ears.
"The word," she said,
"Is our salvation
Put aside what others say
What tall towers you perceive
To be the truth proclaimed
Be put to shame for establishments
Of men and their heresies
Come, follow through my prophesy
For I have known suffering
And I know the true path you seek."

So then I listened
Perhaps a little begrudgingly
A story fraught with tears
Of men and hypocrisy
Abuse and sin so undeservedly
And came to this conclusion:

Some say they are forgiven
And forgive for past transgressions
But what they really mean
Their hearts cannot let go of
And so they turn to other explanations
Other means to save all nations
They turn away and hide in seclusion
Studying the word and trusting no one
Who would upset the tiny world they have created
Where once they lived and breathed
Albeit with pain and suffering
But now they choose to blame
And drown within their trail of tears
And carry another cross
To which Calvary I am not sure of.

D.A. Wittler 16'



Saturday, May 7, 2016

Walk A While

New found friends are like that proverbial "diamond in the rough," they make us realize how such a big world can be brough down to a much smaller space. But to meet two new friends on the same day, what a blessing indeed! That is exactly what happened to me today; even better when a long time friend popped up on a certain social media site to share a laugh. Laughter and friendship,what a trememndous gift on the day before Mother's Day as these three people are moms. I thought the whole idea was to be thankful and present gifts, not recieve them. In any case I wanted to share a new poem I wrote recently. When I started the process of composing the poem, I reached a snag and had to put it aside for a few days. I find it improtant to do so, especially when the idea fixates itself in such a way that it will not go away until it can be fully expressed. Well, wouldn't you know it the idea blossomed and I got more than I originally bargained for in this poem titled: Walk A While. It is a prime example of a big world coming down to size. Happy Mother's Day Mom!

Walk A While

Walk a while
In her shoes
On this path of life
A stone ridden mile
Beneath our feet
Where so many stumble
To learn what true love means.

To the one
Who smooths a sheet
Fluffs a pillow
Folds a crease
Wipes a brow
Steadies a shaking hand
Mounts a daily struggle
Of futility
Time takes a toll
But
True love endures forever.

Walk a mile
Then stay a while
Share a moment
A smile
Before you leave
And my spirit will remember
How you cared for me.

Walk a mile
In her heart
Feel the beat
As she tells you how she feels
Long days
Longer nights
Behind the wheel
Where does this journey lead
She pleads
Can you love me for real?

To the one
Who uses her
Ruffles the covers
Wrinkles the corners
Adds to her sorrow
Walk away
Find your own path
You had your chance
Love lives to see another day
But
You will never have her.

Walk a mile
Then stay a while
Share a moment
A smile
Before you leave
And my spirit will remember
How you cared for me.

D. A. Wittler 16'