Reflections from last weekend

As I struggle through my relationships, trying to find the space between contentment and adventure, I fail to temper expectations within the scope of reality. It is this constant tension that often seems to oppress and overshadow.

I certainly do not want to look back and see the years have gone by wasted hence my poetry from last weekend, while camping along the Verde River, in the shadow of Bartlett Lake.

rivers green
trees blown
dust flying

empathy seen
fears shown
romance dying

truth gleened
hope flown
renewed trying

Then upon the morning renewel, as I sought quiet time on the banks with the rising sun, I collected my thoughts, and penned the poem below:

the bird calls over
the rush of the river

just as God’s voice
beckons over the
rush of busy-ness

so quiet your world
enough to hear
the call

Life is too short, too precious to spend it wasted and jaded.