Witt's Den: In the Aftermath of Love

Witt's Den: In the Aftermath of Love

In the Aftermath of Love

A new poem I have been contemplating for a few weeks now. I guess I will find peace in my own way and through my own process. Thank you for stopping by to share my space. God bless. Read on...Witt

I awoke from a nightmare
In the aftermath of love
Devestation all around me
Numb to the feelings
 I once knew to be there
 Heart in pieces
Like some ceramic jar
Broken on the floor
No clear vision,
 Only despair
God help me approach the veil
Just end it anyway
 I don't really care
If tomorrow comes
Life is like eternal darkness
In the aftermath of love.

Feeding on memories
I'm growing old
Waking up cold
Counting the cost of war
In the aftermath of love
Words try to explain
 Meaning in pain
Drying eyes and red clouds
Rage like a storm
Washing away my former self
And I am changed forever
 In the aftermath of love.
                                              - D. Wittler 

Every Day Life

Every day life

Is like an open wound

Without you, I say

Regret and pain define me

Life goes on in spite of everything,

Until I kneel to pray.

Then,

I see why

Life becomes a window

Shining in darkness

Open to a bright blue morning sky.

Every day life

As each day

Regret and pain define me

Life goes on in spite of everything,

Until I kneel to pray.

Then,

Life becomes a winding road

Without you

Choices lead in all directions

But only one light load.

This is my church

A forest cathedral

In which to trod

That tells me

Who you are

My God.

Eternal life

Is like an open door

With you

My Savior, above

Who knocks and beckons;

“Come follow me,

and be the way of love."

                                 - D. Wittler 8/2013

Peace of Mind in Nature

Please bare with me this intellectual pursuit, but I must from time to time explore other options besides the depression and anxiety for which I have been plagued these past long months.

William Wordsworth commented on the intrusion of the industrial age with a disdainful eye as a hindrance to the connection of man to nature. To me, this does not merely say that we gain solely from a walk in the park the perspective on life that feeds our desire for meaning and order, rather, it implies also our interaction with one another as members of a community who are naturally bound by physical locale and allegiance to a common purpose. We find evidence for this perspective within the confines of a religious fraternity where all members share in the inheritance of the founder god who supplies all the necessary needs above and beyond creature comforts. Herein there lies the interconnection of reality, spirituality and rational thought. And so, we begin our transcendence from mere animal instinct towards a higher plain of understanding where moral character and standards of conduct lift us above the natural world. The following is my attempt to transcend all the fears of life lived on the inside by surrendering the selfish for the selfless on the outside. 

Outside Myself

Outside myself

Where wind and trees collide

And God abides

I find great wealth.

In turn a wellspring

Of memory and child-like innocence

Comes calling

To ease my man made plight

Where despair and strife

Turn out the light

And knowledge put back

Upon a shelf

Recedes with age

To gather dust

And return no more

As without a glimpse out doors

Where pine and spruce proclaim a holiday

from all dissonance.

To find joy is to mingle freely

And take the path of least resistance.

Untitled

I wrote this after watching the film: The Perks Of Being A Wall Flower. And then I found a web site that lists many of the stand out lines from the film and book. I wrote on my Good Reads page that I am a perpetual wall flower; I wonder if that makes me immortal in some strange way. Maybe I have never grown up, but there are no excuses left and I still find myself firmly planted in the awkward zone. I apologize for the shoddy poetry and lapses in posts lately; I'm still in mourning. Your patience is greatly appreciated.  

To Joyce.

I have no photographs to post,
just ancient ones hidden under my bed.
Of you,
only memories you cannot see.
But I have feelings to share,
if only you would believe
I am a human being.

So sorry,
that sorry will never be enough,
to heal the hole
I carved into your heart.

Forgiveness,
it sounds so funny now,
but something you cannot ask for
because it must be freely given.

Sorrow,
it is my middle name,
hidden between the pages
of a distant dream;
In the mean time,
I share fragments of time
with those I love most:
children, parents
and the Holy Ghost.

                          - Dale A. Wittler

It is the nature of souls to escape once in a while and go beyond the realm of flesh and blood. And it is the nature of flesh to sink deeper into the marrow of life here on earth. There are days like today when I feel as though I could walk forever down a country back road and never return home again. There are nights when all I can do is pray for the end to come so I can just fade away and leave this pitiful rotting corpse in the dust that it was drawn from. Tonight, I write it down so I don't forget that somewhere in all of this mess is a meaning and purpose just screaming to emerge, and all I have to do is wait it out for the sun to rise again on paradise lost...

Reconciled by Hope

 Woke up this morning

With this feeling

There was purpose

To my dreaming

All through the night

Heading in the wrong direction;

Now things seem right.

Reconciled by hope

At the end of my rope

Looking for a sign

A grand design

To bring me home

When the world says:

You’re all alone.

Working so hard

Sweat of my brow

It’s easy some how

To believe in nothing

And take all you can

While the getting is good;

But I’m a simple man.

God, I know it’s time

Down to my last dime

To get moving again

Come up with a plan

For turning right

Instead of going astray;

Oh lord I pray.

Reconciled by hope

At the end of my rope

Looking for a sign

A grand design

To bring me home

When the world says:

You’re all alone.

Facing the dark

Creating a spark

A fire to light my way

On a distant shore today

To warm my heart

Come what may,

And death do us part.

Reconciled by hope

At the end of my rope

Looking for a sign

A grand design

To bring me home

When the world says:

You’re all alone.

                      -D. Wittler 6/19/13