Is Anybody Out There?

When I started this blog way back when, I was another man living another life. I was a husband, and father. 

The End

Today I am an old man living another life. I had lost it all, and gained back more than I ever bargained for. I hope someone finds this page some day, and ... 

Cold Dead Hands

Cold Dead Hands

When I was just a boy

Daddy took me aside

Taught me a lesson

With a belt to my hide

Son, he said

Don't you run away

From life's mystery

And the evil lurking there

Pick up your gun

Take your place in the sun

Fight for freedom

Your home and lands

Don't let em steal it

 Be a man

Tell them they can take it

From your cold dead hands.

When the moon rises

Put aside the bad times 

Dream of better days

Leave the nightmares behind

Bury those old memories 

In an unmarked grave

Cause you got to stand

For something 

Or fall in the sand 

Like a poor example 

Of a broken man.

When the day came

Left my Daddies side

To find my pride

Gave my oath

To Uncle Sam

Rifle in my hand

Home of the free

Because of the brave

Who put it on the line

You got to get yourself ready 

For the fight of your life

Through storm and strive 

Fight for your freedom

Or die in the fire

Son to father

Here I am

My own man.

When the moon rises

Put aside the bad times 

Dream of better days

Leave the nightmares behind

Bury those old memories 

In an unmarked grave

Cause you got to stand

For something 

Or fall in the sand 

Like a poor example 

Of a broken man.

You can steal my lands

Gamble your money

Bring it on

You high and mighty

Take it all away

From my cold dead hands.

D.A. Wittler 7/8/25

Eden Once Again

A Few Thoughts: On A Perfect Morning in June. 🌄 (As always, a work in progress)

To: Mom & Dad  

RIP

Eden Once Again

Lately I've been torn

Like a ripened apple

From the tree I was born

How do I return

Like that new found bloom

Amidst the dew of Spring

The Storm and gloom?

How do I resolve this matter of fact

In one swift motion, 

a single act

Like a seed once planted

In a garden

In my heart, 

and soul?

To be worthy of the cause

I sit and pause

Considering my roots

The origins of my being

In God's hands I'd been

But somewhere along the way

I could not stay.

And so I wondered aimless

You could say blameless

Of my past indiscretion

As youth had claimed my passion 

Today I return on a mission

To find God's Eden once again.

D.A. Wittler 6/12/25

Remembering Annabelle

A few thoughts: Sunday morning December 15, 2024. 

I heard this song the other day while watching the series Hell On Wheels. It reminded me of the connection I feel for the past, and the depths of my family roots. Hell On Wheels tells the story of the construction of the Transcontinental Railroad following the Great Civil War. Our nation's growing pains called us West at the cost of many lives, and ways of life. 

Not many years prior my ancestors labored on the Miami and Erie Canal. Before the Iron Horse there were wooden canal boats pulled by flesh and blood horses. They traveled by water course not by rail. 60 to 70 feet wide, and six feet deep, many immigrants traversed, and like that mighty railroad to come, I can only imagine the sweat, blood and tears it took to clear a wilderness for the cause of progress and Manifest Destiny.

 Today,  some may call it a myth of the Western world, but I see a past we must not forget or fail to yield to the causes that blur our present ills. 

Annabel, a great Aunt on my Mother's side I hardly knew. I remember her face like my Grandma Beatrice. From out of the depths of the past they renew my quest to know where I come from, and perhaps where I am going to. Inevitably, to that sky above for sure, but what legacy will I pass on to those following in the wagon wheel trail that was my life?

God Bless!

Our Troubled Times, and the Call of Faith.

For all of you out there who take the time to find meaning in our troubled  times, I say, amen to you! Do not lose heart, and continue  your quest for peace, purpose, and something to believe in once again. 

And so...read on.

Thank you for stopping in to my den. 

D.A. Wittler

9/30/24

We can all pray to God to give us what we need to defend what was given through hardship, war and pain. But ultimately, it will be up to us to take our faith into the fire that is fast approaching. We must take up the banner of freedom, stand at post and cast out the evil upon our land, even unto death. For there is no bastion of freedom left to defend but that which the Lord our God has bestowed on us. There has never been nor ever will be anything  like the heart and soul of a true American.

And so I tell you, let not your hearts be troubled. Listen to what is being said to confound reason and common sense. Sift through the sands of deceit that some build falsely to win your devotion. Search your heart, mind, and soul to discover what is right and just. For there will be a time for reckoning when we as Americans will have the tools to repair what others have broken. So, give God your glory. Praise him for his blessings. Seek out his path in a new dawn of hope after the dark night of despair and longing. Know then that We shall overcome!

Amen

Memory Verse 2012

I pulled out a box of my writing this morning. On top of the pile of journals and sundry scraps of paper meant for inspiration, I found this little gem from 2012. Facing a marriage at it's end I toiled in silence; my forever friend. 

Untitled 

Heart of despair

Soul of yearning

Mind muttled in confusion. 

Silence calls

Offering opportunity 

Solitude answers

"Peace and patience my friend."

D.A. Wittler 12/16/2012

I wonder what else I will rediscover in this box of treasures. Though time passes and memory fades, the emotions remain as fresh as new fallen snow; prestine yet confined to a past I once lived. And I ask myself "Who was that younger man I once vaugley knew, and this older man Who persues a path of truth?"

A Dream

A Few thoughts:

A Dream at 1:30 am

I wish I could explain 

How it came to me

How I came to be

A boy again

But I was

Among the people  

Not as they were then 

But now as they are

Still yearning

Still living in a dream

Like nothing ever changed

Still beating in their hearts 

The way it used to be

When the earth was Mother

The skies our Father

And a message was carried 

On the wind as we rode 

Faster and faster

With reckless abandon 

And we cried out

Louder and louder

Until our voice 

Became like the eagle

The hawk

Or even the owl

Messenger of death

Saying nothing is to be feared

Not even the future

Only that life is about freedom

To be born

To grow

To learn

To transition 

Beyond what we know

To a place of peace

Where the wind tastes

And smells like freedom 

The likes we have never known

Because it is heaven. 

Amen

D.A. Wittler

12/14/23