Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Memorial Day

What do you have planned for the Memorial Day weekend? It will be nice to have the time away from work… to fire up the BBQ, or break out the camping gear and spend a few relaxing hours among the purple mountains’ majesty, to catch up on the yard work, a day of rock music or simply enjoy the day off.
How many of you have plans to observe Monday as it was intended – to actively remember our ancestors, our family members, our loved ones, our neighbors, and our friends who have given the ultimate sacrifice in service to our country?
How many of you will fly our country’s flag at half staff from dawn until noon or even display it?
How many will stop their activities at 3 PM for our “National Moment of Remembrance” and take a few minutes to reflect on the true meaning of the day?
How many will join with their family to place flowers or flags at the graves of our fallen heroes?
How many will visit local memorials built in honor of those who have paid the ultimate price as service men and women?
How many will call family members of those who have fallen and express their feelings?
How many will wear the traditional artificial red poppy – “We cherish too, the Poppy red, that grows on fields where valor led, It seems to signal to the skies, that blood of heroes never dies.”?
How many will stand amongst hundreds of rows of white tablets or crosses?
Ft Logan National Cemetery, Denver Colorado 
How many have taught their children the true meaning of the holiday?

I challenge you to take a few minutes, a few hours away from the shopping mall, away from the yard work, away from that Monday afternoon nap and honor all of those who deserve and earned our undivided attention for their sacrifice. The original decree from 1868 read in part; “Let us… gather around their sacred remains and garland the passionless mounds above them with the choicest flowers of spring-time; let us raise above them the dear old flag they saved from dishonor; let us in this solemn presence renew our pledges to aid and assist those whom they have left among us a sacred charge upon a nation’s gratitude, the soldier’s and sailor’s widow and orphan.” Find that one family member’s or friend’s or classmate’s resting place and share a few minutes with them. It is a small sacrifice that you would make in honor of those who scarified it all for God and country.
I’m sure there are those who disagree with me… it is their right, they’re free to have their own opinion, free because…
Some of us know what it takes; some of us have been there and returned… please help turn the day back into the day it was intended to be… “Let no… neglect, no ravages of time testify to the present or to the coming generations that we have forgotten as a people the cost of a free and undivided republic.”
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Monday, February 13, 2017

Daylight is Waning

The daylight is waning; the perception of warmth is dying with it
Stalactites seem to hang precariously from the edge of the roof
Their incessant dripping halted for the next few hours of darkness
While the craters in the snow beneath them form crystallized cups
Eager to hold the next day’s catch, liquefied by the sun’s radiance
Snow still covers the ground, now in a dusky yellow-grey color
Mimicking the diluted palate that veils the western edge of the sky
The dark scraggy branches of the trees dissolve into the murkiness above
Soon points of light begin to appear scattered loosely across the heavens
Then filling the void between them countless smaller specks come alive
The night sky glimmers and glitters like snowflakes in the moonlight 
Turning from the front window the flickering candle flames replace the stars
Filling the room with fragrances of pine and cinnamon while whips of smoke dance into the air
Warming the darkening room for a short time…

Friday, February 10, 2017

Nature's Voice

Constant is her tone today, filling the background with rushing breath
Playing the branches, wires, eves and vents, creating voices that fill the air
Finding the cracks n crevices n holes, stealing her way inside where she can
Raising plumes of dusty specks in shafts of the powerless winter sunlight
Humming a constant tune, droning on throughout the day, never ending
Rising to an untimed crescendo now and then, trading purrs for growls or roars
Articulating her strength, her power, her omnificence over her kingdom
Scattering the remnants of summer’s death alongside the flotsam of mankind
Only to return to the invariable monotonous near silent eolian hum
Eventually dissipating along with the daylight,
Relieving the anxiety and strain caused by her song,
Turning invisible and silent once again.