Silence and Ripples

Silence and Ripples

When I lose myself to silence

Water, calm as ice upon the pond

I touch it with my finger

Waves reach out beyond

Changing the shoreline forever

And there is you

A distant figure

Calling out my name.

How long must I fear you?

When will time be done with me

And we can be together

In silence once again?

No distractions

Only ripples on the water.

My God

How I long for you

Is it really necessary

Life is hell upon this stairway

People beating on each other?

From within comes our anger

But there is always silence

Crystal clear as water

Drowning out this fire within my soul.

Save me from this feeling

Falling into flames

Satisfy my desire

Find me a home in heaven

Where there are no neon signs to read

Only silence for my soul

A calm repose forever

No more halls of empty promises

No more stairs to climb in vain.

Provide a final platform for this prose

And my story will be written

Upon the ripples of time

That I was here on earth

For second chances

No more hurting souls

Emersed in troubled waters

Never alone again

Beside your loving presence.

Amen

                                  D.A. Wittler 17’

Reading Room

Reading Room

Took them down

Old memories

Moments in time

A small town

Nails remain

In paneled walls

Reminders of pain

Perhaps I'll hang them

Once again

And books

Packed away

No longer remain

On empty shelves

Only dust

To wipe away

Like crumbs of thought

In hopes of brighter days

Through generous gain

Of stories, strife and strain

For better things

A brand new life.

                                 D.A. Wittler 17’

To My Whimsical Fair Lady

Either a desperate effort to compose a love song, or just another exercise in futliliy, I offer this instead of blasts of patriotic air. God bless.

Witt 

The night is pleasantly calm with a bright moon, and  beautifully arrayed background of stars. He sits alone with a flickering candle providing a hint of soothing vanilla oil wafting through the air, and he wonders: "Will there ever be a time when this space permeats the feminine?" With sleep waiting somewhere towards dawn, not a sound breaks the silence of a thousand conscious thoughts of what was, and is to be. Perhaps tomorrow brings a whole new opportunity to find his dream amongst the brazen clover overgrown beside the stream. "Good night my Fair Lady, good night."

Sun slowly rises as birdsong enters from pre-dawn whispers. A brief night has offered little consolation to his plight as reality has evaded capture in his quest of dreams come true. Scent of morning dew gives reference to an inner longing, and in this nostalgic state he thinks to himself: "Has my heart gone cold with the tolling of the church bell?" Yet, 6 a.m. and all is well, all is well with his soul. "God must have a plan for me, and there must be answers forthcoming on whisps of wind carried aloft through my window by way of passing angel wings. Good morning my gray lady, sunlight awaits to shower golden beams upon thy face."

D.A. Wittler 17'

Take Me There

A few thoughts:

Take Me There

(A tribute to James Thurber,
with a little help from
Don McClain)

What can you teach me
Should I care
In my loneliness
Deep in despair
Upon this bed of humanity?

Should I assume then
Like a mythical whim
Becoming like man's best friend
In persuit of perpetual happiness
Fetching it like a stick in a pond
Because you threw it out there?

Oh the scent of life's successful endeavor
Over hill and over dale
In all kinds of windy weather
With no crossroads to cover
Only an open mind
A loving heart
Adventurous spirit
An unassuming stare.

Life has no pure definition
Lost in our obsession
But rather an intuition
To take every moment
Like a breath of air
Holding it in
Until we take another
So each holds a special meaning.

So this is what you mean
By the color of the fallen leaves
In which you lie upon and dream
Of another place
Where time has no depth
Or breadth to travel
It is the new Jerusalem
A room in heaven
Noone can share
Take me there.

D.A. Wittler 17’

Wake Up

Wake Up

Woke up in the middle

Couldn't find my way

Darkness had overcome  

But there was a distant light

Flickering in the night

And all the while

I could see something happening

A change deep within

And though the world kept calling

I hit the snooze again.

All my life

Challenges keep coming

Some I can overcome

While others hold me down

But there is no reason

To lose hope in this dry season

When sleep is all I want

And so little I get

Makes me wonder

If I'll ever really wake up

And see reality

What's bothering me

That took me away from you in silence.

Where do you come from

My lonesome friend?

Too often you come running

Only to walk away

And I lose the feeling

That brought you to my door

But in my desperation

I call upon your name

And my heart is whole again.

Day after day

I feel time slipping away

Living life in moments

Like a child at play

No rhyme or reason

Just getting by

And then comes evening

When most lie down

I rise up to worship

A neon sign

Saying:

“You got to make your way

In this crazy world my son.”

That was my Father

But Lord I reckon

Your will be done.

Where do you come from

My lonesome friend?

Too often you come running

Only to walk away

And I lose the feeling

That brought you to my door.

But in my desperation

I call upon your name

And my heart is whole again.

Woke up in the middle

Hit the snooze again

All my life

Took me away in silence

But my heart hopes

To be whole again

My lonesome friend

As I call your name

And you come running

Never to walk away again.

Amen

D.A. Wittler 17’

The Cause, The Mission And The Process

Clearing off these cluttered walls of things not collected,
Memories of bygone days
When I was young, and unafraid
Wondering if I'll ever see the day
When people stop to pay attention
To silent cries of desperation
In lines slowy forming above my brow
Dark circles below sunken eyes
It is a sad commentary to our times
When all one can do is pray for mercy
Knowing there is a reason, and a season for such suffering.
God only knows for sure when heaven is our final destination.
Amen

Now, cut down to 140 characters on Twitter.
Can you hear, see the difference, or is there? These are my days, searching for simplicity. When we take the detours of life, how much further we must travel, how much more we suffer. But not all is lost, neither a moment wasted, if we are committed to a cause. So, forgive, let go. Give life an opportunity to grow  inside of you again. If there is regret, find resolution. If there is pain, seek peace. If there is hate, find healing. If lost, there is always love to be given.

Cluttered walls
Things collected
Bygone days
Unafraid
See the day
Pay attention
Desperation
Sunken eyes
Sad times
Merciful season
Heaven.

D.A. Wittler 17'

Can you hear me now Ma?
Do you see me standing beside you Pa?
Can I be your equal now Sister?
Am I on the team now Brother?
Can I be your friend now classmate?
Will you treat me as such?
I have paid the price with my self esteem
Been beaten up by self doubt,
And only now can I come home to freedom,
Because God has let me out!
Amen

Memories And Nightmares

Today I gave advice to a young person torn by the sting of a relationship gone sour. Now I wonder, can I live by the very words I use to comfort another? Can I let go, and be transformed like the calm after the storm? And so, here is my challenge to live on, and choose happiness over pain after the rain. It is then perhaps that I will find those brilliant colors stretched out across the sky above.

There is a reason they call them memories. Some are the ones we cherish most, and put away for safe keeping, others teach us a lesson, but give us a choice to learn from, and move on, or let them haunt us like nightmares that won't leave us alone. The question is, will we learn from them, even though they are filled with personal connections too intimate to share with just anyone, or will we let them go like a pleasant thought gone awry? Peace comes after a tough fight, and freedom is never free as we must be vigilant to protect ourselves whenever the harm draws near, no matter where or when, even in our dreams. Ghosts only matter if we pay attention to them, other wise they eventually go away into a shadow of our former selves. Take heart, always look forward, and never let hope take you back where the pain made you less than the beautiful human being that you were meant to be. Have faith, grow from the rain that once poured out upon you, and know that love is kind, forgiving, and patient over time.
God bless.
Witt