Monday, September 16, 2019

My Bucket List

September 17, 2019-

Another year will chime euphoniously in five hours marking more time than I ever believed I would enjoy.Clanging in harmony with Father Time is the call for an annual tradition-the sharing of My Bucket List. If you have read it before then you know it is not a Bucket List in the conventional sense. I won't say more than that in case you are reading it for the first time.
Every year I read through it, some years making changes as memories conduct. This year was no exception.

My Bucket List

This year I turn 62. I had a thought early this morning, what if this is my last birthday? What if 62 is all I have?

Throughout the day I pondered this nomadic thought. What will I do with the time left. A Bucket List was born!

I scratched my head and put teeth marks in the proverbial pencil as I mused over what would be number one on my list. Minutes then hours passed with nothing rising to the surface. So, I changed strategies, I thought about the things that I have already accomplished or have been blessed with. Events that may have been on a Bucket List if I hadn’t already experienced them.

Family always comes first to mind. I was born into the most incredible family 62 years ago. I still see them every week, we still talk and hug. We laugh and cry together. We grow old together.

I was raised by my incredible children-Jennifer Lynn, Elizabeth Clara, James Edward, Sara Rose and Joseph Tyler-they did a pretty good job.

I have lived in the Great Northwest, the South Pacific, the east coast and the great state of Texas. I have fished for rainbows in the Russian River and went snorkeling along the Coral Reef.

I have left my footprints in the sand of Hawaii’s North Shore and boot prints in the frozen snow of Alaska’s North Pole.

I had hair past my shoulders and was called a Hippie.

I had a high and tight and was called a U.S Marine.

I went to school with Mark Twain and Thomas Edison and tasted college for a short while. I have read Tolstoy, Dickens, Stephen King and the Bible.

I have eaten at the Ritz Carlton and Taco Bell, both on the same day.

I have had money in the bank and I have sold Coke bottles to scrape up enough to buy a pack of smokes.

I have had cancer, chemo and misery.

I have experienced remission, recurrence and rejoice that I was still alive.

I have celebrated four years of remission...looking forward to five.

I have been high and I have been low, so low that all I could see was the bottom.

I have run marathons and I have crawled across the cold floor on hands and knees, unable to stand because of pain.

I have gone from a 34 waist to a 38 waist and back to a 34 waist. (it is okay to applaud here)

My favorite teams have won the Super Bowl, the Stanley Cup and the World Series. I have watched a perfect game and caught a foul ball.

I have listened to Vivaldi, Miles Davis and ZZ Top, all in the same afternoon.

I have tasted Opus One in Napa Valley and drank a Lone Star beer with Willie Nelson and Mickey Gilley while sitting in the Recovery Room.

I have seen every episode of Seinfeld at least three times.

I’ve published a novel, a short story and have tucked away in the back of my imagination the Great American Novel.

I have fallen in love and out of love.

I have made love on a beach and on a mountain top.

I have had two wives, two ex-wives and six children. (Maximized the limit on both!)

I was with four of my children when they took their first breath.

I was with my father when he took his last.

I have done everything I want to do... almost. At the end of the day, my Bucket List only had one thing written on it… You.

I figure if you are reading these words then you and I have at least met somewhere along the way. And I don’t know if I have ever told you the story about Jesus. You see, He is the reason I made it to 62, I know without Him I wouldn’t be here today.

So, on my Bucket List I wrote just one thing.

Today, tell someone about Jesus.

I think that someone is you, so here goes-

God loves you and me so much; He has since the very beginning of time. God knows everything from the beginning to the end; everything, every day and everybody and everything in between.
God knew that we would never love Him as He loved us. He knew until we loved Him as he loves us we would be separated forever and ever. But we can't love like that because...because we are hooked on sin.

So, God sent His son down from the heavens, down to earth. We called Him Jesus, teacher, King and Messiah...

And then we killed Him.

And when He died, He took all your sins and all my sins to that cross on Calvary. He paid the price in full. He paid the price of our admission to an eternity with God. He did it for you and me. He unhooked us!

And then, incredibly, He told us, all you must do is believe, He has done the rest. It is finished.

If you were the only one in the entire world, He would have done it all for you.

Do you believe?

Thanks for listening. Thanks for helping me finish my Bucket List.

Tuesday, September 3, 2019

OnE WorD


in midnight dreams we
Dance
unyielding, i stir
unwilling to awaken
incessantly seeking
You
like virgin wings of the monarch
your shape gently unfolds
i clutch the edges of slumber
aware in my wakening
you will be gone
Again
you have come before
tauntingly, teasingly tendering talents
only to vanish with the coming dawn
stranding in your wake, blurred
Images
i pray
one more heartbeat
one more tick
one more tock
one more time with
You
only with eyes closed
my head pillowed
can I see you
Clearly
i hold my breath
sinews stilled by anticipation
Waiting
at last!
lyrical expressions
birthed in the mist of dreams
dangling before my outstretched
Hands…
Eyes
one Word
an impeccable, exquisite, splendid
Word
a preeminent, boundless
fortuitous
Word
ten thousand dreams
have flowed like sunless waters
harboring words in the darkness
musing and scoffing at the ancient
Bard
a creak and a groan
hail the pre-dawn day
as the merry minstrel swings
his stocking clad feet
upon the hard, cold
Floor
crooked and leathery fingers
sweep sleep from weary eyes
ere lifting his trusty quill
and jaundiced parchment
from the hollows of
the black cherry
Ark
carefully
painstakingly
the pinkish tip of his tongue
pecks the dry tip of his quill
(a habit of uncountable decades)
eyes straining to capture
Focus
before,
like a magician’s golden coin,
the oneiric one
Disappears
he scribbles one Word
across the
Paper
the aging poet sits in silence
revering one Word
weeping like raindrops
on a willow tree
a lonesome tear
Falls
Falling
Fell
the liquid glass plunges
a final resting place
upon the yellowed
parchment
“what will you be?”
he whispers to the moist word
“what words will follow?”
a sonnet
singing Shakespeare’s
Ictus?
“how will I see you?”
a haiku?
childish thoughts!
wasted on the one
i have so
Longed
“perhaps…”
an epic adventure
before this wisp of life
is swept
Away
we will journey to
faraway lands
with endless horizons
and bountiful botany
donning fantastical
Flora
a kingdom of pixies and pansies
hobgoblins and sprites
enchantresses
and evil
Queens
a land of watermelon wines
and licorice vines
throw in
a baritone bullfrog or
Two
a place with
a beginning
“once upon a time”
a middle
not too wearisome i
Beg
a grand finale
scholars will anticipate
and,
hoping my story
never ends,
Dread
one Word
kindles the imagination
of poets and
Lyricists
one Word
borne in the night
an invitation to
begin
writing
again

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