Middle Ages Knight

So your armor has gotten a little rusty, and your sword isn't as sharp as it used to be. Your shield is now considered "second hand" because it has received so many hits. Your horse has died, or it has run off, and you don't have the gumption any more to track it down, or your loyalty just won't let you buy new. Your chain mail weighs you down from all the battles you have won, and lost.

 But in spite of all that bad news, you still get up every morning, feed the dog, pat him on the head, and do everything you used to do, but with a little less purpose than before. The castle needs a good cleaning, but you allow a little more dust, and nostalgia to fill the grand hall. But all in all, you're still that grand night in shining armor who stopped someone in their tracks once, and showed them how love is supposed to be, but in time changes to where that someone must become a little more sword to lean on, and less a burden to be carried. Yes indeed, that is me, and life must go on, and there are other castles to keep!

Witt

(For Joyce)

The Starving "Man"

A few thoughts:

You know, if I could change my tune, and erase all of the mistakes I have ever made in my life, would I? And who would I be today without  that score of self knowledge? My song would not sound the same, and that would be a shame, especially to those I love most.  Change is inevitable, but not without a few bumps along the way. Any journey worth the time, effort, and willingness to learn from trial, and error is not really a journey at all, it's just a frivolous endeavor devoid of meaning, and sustenance. It is like a starving man taking his first bite of food in days, and then gorging himself on bread  until he dies from over indulgence. What did he learn? and how did that experience make him perhaps a better person, or at the very least more appreciative of what be had to eat before? 

Today, our institutions of higher learning have somehow forgotten their place, and become cafeterias of the over indulged, and harbingers of a lost generation.  

Well, I say to you who are listening, play your tune,  make adjustments along the way, and treat the world to the masterpiece you were born to sing by the worn out strings, and countless hours of effort that went into each note you play!

Amen

More Than a Memory

More Than A Memory

(For Gene)

I remember so clearly 

First days of friendship 

School days and discoveries 

Like it was yesterday 

Now you are gone

And I wonder…

Does a forest remember?

After a storm

In calm 

after the  storm

Even though it is broken

Torn down and fallen

Trees returning

Standing tall once again

More than a memory

Former glory

Nature restored.

Is that how life is?

After a heartache 

 When you are battered and torn

From the inside out

You wonder

Can I live again?

And I look yonder…

Does a farm field remember?

Winter wheat resting under blanketed snow

Spring hail in a thunder storm

Even though it is flooded

Washed away, and swollen

Corn returns with tall tassels 

More than a memory

Former glory

Bounty returns.

Is life like that?

After the mourning

Taps calling

A volley for your service

Finally resting 

In a garden of stone…

I wonder

 Can we live again?

Saying goodbye 

 Brother, soldier, and  friend. 

More than a memory

A smile

A laugh

Sound of your voice 

Echoing inside of myself

And I wonder…

Does your spirit remember?

D.A. Wittler 5/13/20

 

A Few Thoughts: Untitled

A Few Thoughts: Untitled

Don Maclaine wrote a song about Vincent Van Gogh. Have you heard it? Have you listened to your heart? Can you see today a little more clearly? Does yesterday even matter any more? 

Now, do you care about tomorrow?

 Vincent said, " Sorrow is a small beginning." I am beginning to realize that I cling too tightly to sorrow these days, yet, there is hope come the morning where light dispells darkness, and awareness changes doubt to reason. But we don't need light to see, we only need a heart worth feeling, and no thought of what we are suffering, only that we become enlightened a little more on our journey through the suffering rather than becoming stuck within it, and sinking. We must rise above it, and realize that love never ceases as life does; it merely changes as the seasons, and we grow with each ring we earn like the tree outside our window, beautiful, tall, and free!

In Memoriam

04:30:

In Memoriam: Eugene Arthur Sadler; 

Son, Brother, Soldier, Friend!

Can't  sleep knowing I'll  be taking a man I have known for over forty years to his final resting place in just a few short hours...

But the worst of the storm has passed, 

Those dreadful tears have done their worst, 

And the pent up rage of knowing

Becomes my saving grace...

To all who are lamenting

In darkest hours like these

Those lost days of youthful exuberance

Rekindle in a wink of an eye

With every re-telling beside the flames

In a camp fire come morning

Becomes a spark for a new day dawning

As the embers glow

We shall remember nothing is lost

Only time we could have spent

And witnessed a slower decline.

So live as he would wish

And hope as he now knows

That we shall all gather once again

Lift a glass

And laugh at all our suffering

From the past.

Amen

D.A. Wittler 5/9/20

Reflections Amidst a Pandemic

A few thoughts: 

Reflections Amidst a Pandemic:

 (A work in progress)

I think about the miles 

these dogs have trod, 

and a flag unfurled 

I dream about a time 

of great upheaval,

and a people longing for freedom.

 

I feel the absence of a soldier

in the field, 

and a mother's prayers uplifted. 

I hear a gentle chimming 

of the hours, 

and the chorus of a windswept symphony

On a loney journey echoing;

It's origin dangling from a front porch.

I know loss,

and a friend struggling

Just to keep his heart beating

Silent faces peering 

from behind fear

Of a pandemic spreading.

In all this 

I know faith continuing

Flags still waving,

and a people clinging to each other

Proclaiming:

"This too shall pass."

D.A. Wittler 5/3/20

Thoughts On A Sinking Ship

A few thoughts about a sinking ship:

I think the analogy of a boat is more like a sinking ship. No matter where people were on the Titanic they were all in peril. There were not enough life boats to rescue everyone. People on the bow went first. The band played amid ships, and those left on the stern deck went down with a rush pulling them into the frozen depths. And all the while a few shocked souls watched in horror as their loved ones took a last breath. Yes, some of us are still working, sustained by a pay check. Some fall through the cracks, and depend on family to keep them afloat, and still we lose neighbors, friends, and family to this silent menace, but we are all on this sinking ship together no matter where we sit, stand, or view the horror of the carnage left behind in the wake of an iceberg barely visible from the surface. Take heart, and know that even in the worst of times we can all have faith to carry us to safer shores. Amen, and God Bless all!