Common Occurence

People have difficulty facing up to their faults and, sometimes, the problems they are facing. This has occurred throughout history, all persons have pushed something away or not given it due thought. We are no exceptions. Perhaps someone asked you a personal question the other day and it hit a sore spot, but instead of explaining how you were or what you felt you said something like “I can’t explain it.” The hardest part about this situation is that sometimes we really can’t explain it just yet; our data is inconclusive like that of an investigation. Yet we shouldn’t stop at that, we should keep looking and thinking to find the centre of our issue. Then even if it is not explained to that person who has hit the nail on the head, at least we know and can now open up to the people who matter most and help us.

I couldn’t explain it if I wanted to!
Emphatically said, the truth is hard set;
Unfortunately its centre’s a lie.
He could, and he should, but he won’t, not yet.

I’m making an active effort at the moment to think things through far more thoroughly than I ever have, to actually use this mind that God has given me. It’s difficult.

What do you think our approach should be to deeper issues? Should we dig them up? Or perhaps not?
Let me know in the comments. I’d love to read about what you think.

I’m going to also put this post up on a tandem blog I’ve started. At the moment I have four posts there: two poems, one hymn, one essay. It will be similar to this one, but with its unique posts. Here’s the link if you’re interested:

Awake In The Early Morning

Last night (very early this morning)I lay awake for a few minutes longer than my wife, and relaxed in the cool air; with her lying next to me looking so peaceful. I just soaked it all in and realised how fortunate we are to have each other at such a young age. I quietly got out of bed, found my notebook, and wrote this poem:


Cooler temperatures at night,
The air still, but not stagnating.
Rhythmic breathing rising from rest,
Stressed minds find a time less grating.

I have some news on the writing/blogging front, a website offered me a place to blog and I’ve taken them up on it! It’s quite exciting, but rather daunting. If you’d like to have a look at my first post, here it is:

The Theorist

I wrote this poem in the wee hours of the morn (you know, when you head to bed kinda needing to go but you think it can wait but then you wake up because it can’t) after conversations with two friends about a number of topics, most of which were conspiracy theories.


Unwittingly wise with worried beliefs
Be wary when views come nightly as thieves.
Hold your harmless lust for knowledge higher
And hope humble truth soothes all the desire,
Lest lascivite infections loose your grip,
Logic’s lost, and sanity’s seen to slip.

Holding Release 

Wow, it’s getting late in the day – can you get much later when the day has passed into night?

I’m getting quite excited about my poetry collection. It’s growing and making a shape of some sort; what it will grow to who knows but it’s growing all the same! I’ve managed to get an idea of the layout, font, text-size, extra bibblybops I want in there, and I may have had a good thought on adding a little visual to the whole book. If I can organise a writing schedule I may be putting it up for pre-order on Kindle soon. The official release date I have in mind is October of this year, around a year after my last in fact. I think that’s quite nice.

Well now, for today we have this poem. It formed around a line which came in a lovely moment a few minutes ago.


Holding release, a feeling peace;
One second is enough sometimes
To have what you need from a hug.

For Those Children

Last week I was able to run a class for terminally ill children, and it was a touching experience. To see them interact and play and imagine just like any other child, it showed their strength, innocence, and joy. So this is dedicated to each one of them, and to those who are there to help them.


Playful smile, playful child, playful mind,
But she has to leave us soon we find,
And we mourn this loss behind our eyes,
But let her see smiles and not hear sighs.

My Torquoise Drape

Normally I’d write a short introduction to the poem and explain parts of it that I want specifically highlighted as it is read, but in this case this sentence is just a filler to have something here. This poem encases loss and losing.


My torquoise drape on a corner puff
Sitting and in sad silence thinking
Of endings and not of beginnings.
Her dog, that beautiful Labrador,
Whines after his mistress’ heartfall
And pads softly away from it all.