Monthly Archives: December 2014

My Christmas Eve Memory

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I write sometimes too much, other times not quite enough Getting the time, or room in peace to work can be tough   Before I wrote my most viewed piece, Destination Homestead There was a man who taught me to use an … Continue reading


Mean What You Say II

Like each drop of water running through my favorite stream, your words to me matter

I find they are tossed conveniently away though, often, my heart in balance, left to shatter



Day after day I return to this stream, perfectly pristine, mine alone to enjoy and behold

The same way I hope that there’s value in the meanings to the words I have been told



There are ripples in brooks throughout this land I can see, the one I love, is the one I chose

So to, the choice to heed spoken words is mine, do I turn when words and actions oppose?



Drops unite to form a flow and that direction runs the same, for I see it myself everyday

Photos capture a thousand words, actions amount to far more, again, mean what you say

Pure Light

John 8:12…“I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.”

My backyard on Thanksgiving morning 2014. Now the snow is gone, and I hope to see some for Christmas.

My backyard on Thanksgiving morning 2014. Now the snow is gone, and I hope to see some for Christmas.


Mean What You Say

When I hear your words I want to believe
I actually don’t think you purposefully deceive

They say a man is only as good as his word
So I try to mean all of the words you’ve heard

I really don’t keep count but I notice deficits
Then with me you wonder why certain words sit

Did your words mean more when spoken
Cuz since then I noticed promises broken

Perhaps I misread you and listened too close
Or if you pacify me, forgotten words you chose

Regardless, one of us isn’t important to you
It might be the one that you’re least honest to


Impending Night

there’s a lump in my throat where a laugh used to be
did the good times get away, or is that just me?


there is ache where distant smiles war again to be recalled
are those dear memories real or have I forgotten them all?


ease of step and stride no longer accompany my gait
or is there a plan in place, or just some cruel fate?


up-turns always close to the corners of my mouth aren’t there
have those pleasantries vanished into the cold winter air?


free flowing thought seems hemmed in by barriers I cannot see
where is the joy that often wandered about, boundless and free?


the frame from where I peer closes in like dark of impending night
dare I ask my role in the stifling of that darling light?

Reason number…I’ve lost count…why I love TSO

These are clips from shows that the Trans-Siberian Orchestra performed during last year’s tour. This year’s tour is different yet, still amazing. These clips capture just one song from one show from dozens of songs done in dozens of shows by each touring group. One video from TSO West and one from TSO East. I did not take either of these videos, but the links will give the credit for these where it is due. Actually, the clip from Chloe Lowery (TSO West) is only part of the song, For The Sake Of Our Brother, because the crowd’s reaction and her reception were enough to move on. The other clip, performed by Erika Jerry (TSO East), one of my personal favorites, is the entire song. The songs are performed differently. The songs are performed mightily. The songs are performed with incredible passion, and outer worldly ability. Honestly, I cannot listen to either one of these without getting goose bumps and tearing up.

Imagine this. The show has been running for some time. Several songs have caught our attention. We wonder where this musical trip will take us next. The arena is mostly dark. The narrator speaks. Near silence persists as yet another amazing talent approaches the microphone. The crowd, made up of the young, the old, and every age in between, some know what is coming, but still many have no idea. Then the voice fills the arena and the song is peaceful, the melody catchy, but there’s more to come. Then in an angelic, beautiful, explosion of ability, tone, structure, depth and timing the voice turns it up too many notches to count. Instantly the words and the tune transport thousands of us to different places along our own personal timelines. Memories flood our minds, words crease our lips, smiles glisten beneath our tear soaked cheeks, and we wish each second to last longer. Our senses try to keep up with the unraveling of the closest thing many of us have ever experienced to musical and vocal perfection. Right there in front of us! Then if you’re still wondering why all of us love these people and the performances as much as we do; Listen to the words! The passion poured into the words that should mean so much to us. “…Come and behold Him, born the King of Angels!…oh come let us adore Him. Christ, the Lord!…” If the words and the performance, the passion and the execution, or ties that these tunes have directly to our emotional being, don’t grab us, and we don’t walk away somehow changed, then we are just flat asleep at the wheel. The peaceful song with the catchy melody ends and the crowds erupt in awe and appreciation of the performance we just witnessed and for the instantaneous re-connection to something far bigger than ourselves; maybe for the first time in a long time for many of us.

This is just one example of why I have lost count of the reasons why I love TSO so much. Enjoy. Merry Christmas!