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i want to say something
something beautiful and bold
a fine proclamation of intent
words dripping with overflowing meaning
writhing upon the page in into the mind
courting creative thoughts and endless primal
possibilities
i want to say something of tangible, useful
inspirational
of
weight
and
what comes out
is this
whisper
The power of hiding ourselves from one another is mercifully given, for men are wild beasts, and would devour one another but for this protection. -Henry Ward Beecher
“The greatest discovery of any generation is that a human being can alter his life by altering his attitude.” –Williams James
I spent 8 years in higher education, 15 years beyond that as a pastor for a mainline denomination, and studied human psychology, pastor counseling and theology. It took a man with no more than a high school education and a background in construction to teach me something real about people, about me.
I was having a bad day and it wasn’t even 10:00 am. I’d had an argument with my wife. My children were not behaving the way I wanted them to, and my work schedule for the day was so packed that I knew I wouldn’t be able to get all of it done. My brain hurt, my back hurt and I pretty much hated everything and everybody at that moment.
My boss at the time took note of my very bad attitude and asked me to come into his office. I did. He listened to my story and then paused before saying, “You have two choices this morning. You can stay pissed and have a sorry day, or you can do something about your attitude.” He reached in the desk drawer and handed me a card* that resembled one of those “do not disturb” door hangers. On the front and back were a series of saying, positive affirmations. He told me to take it and if I wanted to change my attitude to read the saying out loud on the way to my first appointment for that day. My attitude wasn’t very receptive. I thought of all the psychological cliques that I knew. I thought about how what I was going through was much bigger than a few clever and witty sayings. I thought of a hundred reasons why his suggestion was, at best, inadequate. I didn’t challenge him. I took the card and headed for the truck. As I walked out of his office he said one more thing, “I bet you’re too chicken to try it.”
I smiled and for some reason warmed up to the idea of proving him wrong. On the way to my first appointment, I read them out load:
“I will win. Why? I’ll tell you why – because I have faith courage and enthusiasm.”
“Today I will meet the right people in the right place at the right time for the betterment of all.”
“I see opportunity in every challenge.”
“When I fail, I only look at what I did right.”
“I’ll never take advice from someone more messed up than I am.”
The readings continued, and so did the change in my attitude. There is great power in the words we speak to ourselves, and by the time I was done – I did feel better and begin to think on the things I could do to be effective and successful that day. I have never forgotten that lesson.
*The card is produced by Tom Hopkins International and can be found here: Shower Card
DreamMaker
Sight yields beauty
Thoughts beget ideas
Sounds stimulate awareness
But, touch, ah, now...
She is the maker of dreams!
My father died in June of 1964. He was 36. I wrote this poem in memory of him, William Earl Williams
In Memory
It should be the memory of a hammer striking the crude nail
Driving it through the rough hewn pine
Slicing grain from grain
It should be the great effort, heavy grind of stone on stone
Sliding the lid to alignment with vault
Solidly into place
Such sounds and visions would be true reminders of the drama
Moving painfully among breath and dream
Caressing wounds to scars
Yet, what remains is the dull click of metal
Latches with well insulated springs
An almost insignificant sound
As the casket closed.
In Memory
It should be the memory of a hammer striking the crude nail
Driving it through the rough hewn pine
Slicing grain from grain
It should be the great effort, heavy grind of stone on stone
Sliding the lid to alignment with vault
Solidly into place
Such sounds and visions would be true reminders of the drama
Moving painfully among breath and dream
Caressing wounds to scars
Yet, what remains is the dull click of metal
Latches with well insulated springs
An almost insignificant sound
As the casket closed.
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Such a wondrous, bellowing creature is silence.
Screaming prerecorded messages
Demands for fulfillment
of parental needs
An eccentric racket, noisy nymph
Promoting historic agendas
Commands for realizing
Ancestors' wants
Such a wondrous, noisy nymph
Is Silence
Personally, I'm inclined to hear whispers more
Screaming prerecorded messages
Demands for fulfillment
of parental needs
An eccentric racket, noisy nymph
Promoting historic agendas
Commands for realizing
Ancestors' wants
Such a wondrous, noisy nymph
Is Silence
Personally, I'm inclined to hear whispers more
Moonlight
There is a full moon
In the daylight
I see your thoughts wander
Away from me
and
It isn't even dark, yet.
There is a full moon
In the daylight
I see your thoughts wander
Away from me
and
It isn't even dark, yet.