True Love Is This....

All of cliches say that there is only one true love,
but can this really be exact?
In the course of a life you meet so many
and if you are among the lucky few
you will experience true love in so many forms.
The truth about true love is this:
True love is laughing with your sister and crying with your best friend.
It's huddling under the covers on a dark, rainy night with the one you pledged vows with
warm and safe in the cocoon of your joy
or hiding from the sadness of the world.
True love in the light weight of your child in your arms.
True love is felt in the ecstasy of finding your companion
and somehow also felt in the stinging stab of loss.
The reality is this- the blessed do not know only one true love
and instead, know the truth about love.

Serenity Prayer 2009

God, grant me the serenity to
accept that some days, I will want to stab myself in the eye with a spork.

Amen.

Here, gone, and back again...

The seconds tick by like the spokes in a wheel
Each day goes faster then the one before
From beginning to end, then return, round and round
One snapshot, then two, then a thousand, then more
First light, then the next, sun up and then down
To close your eyes once would be a mistake
Watch and listen, then learn, then imprint in your heart
Hold on to each second not asleep, but awake
A moment so fleeting, but not to forget
Cataloged in my soul I have made them mine
Each instant so precious, but how can you know
Until the next flash when it's been left behind

to the core of the problem

the outside shines, spirited and alive
while the inside glows dully in secret
trying so hard to keep others from drowning
while she herself is clinging to the shore
a tower of strength with a shaky foundation
a pillar of strength with a rotten core
blindly reaching out to hold everyone's hand
but afraid of spreading poison with every touch
"forsake me" she cries to whomever is listening
willing to smother to give others some air
would give up the moon to pass along the stars
yet somehow failing at every turn
"guide me, show me" she cries to her maker
"can i give a piece of you to the ones that i love"
"can i make it all better or ease some of the pain"
but i just stumble along making ripples in ponds
instead of smoothly sailing along to shore

Winter's Fire

The golden fire of the morning sky
Belies the frigid December air
The cloud lie nestled in their soft pink glow
As the suns first rays fall everywhere
Through the gloved cotton cover of my palms
The steering wheel still feels like ice
Out in the cold, can't help but think
That my nice, warm bed would feel so nice
But obligation sends out its call
So out into the dawn I depart
Yet somehow, in this icy air
The morning's fire warms my heart

6:05am

Silent slumber fills the house
None but I have dared to stir
Upon the pillows in the dark
In little heads big dreams unfurl
The morning sun's not shown her face
Yet here I am, senses awake
Waiting for just a sliver of light
As dawn decides to make her break
But wait- a glance and I'm rewarded
With a soft, faint glow upon the leaves
The promise of a brand new day
If in my heart I'd just believe

Hey, Mother Nature... (I am a loser...)

*You are about to be let in on a little secret- my dorky habit of making up new words to songs. Most of the time it's in my car and I make the words about how cute I think Pete's butt is, but in this case, I was inspired...)

"Hey, Mother Nature..."
(to the tune of Hey There, Delilah by the Plain White T's)

Hey, Mother Nature
Sayin' hi from here in Philly
You rained out our Fightin' Phils last night
I bet you feel so silly
Yes it's true
Bud Selig just can't bend to you
I know it's true

Game 5 got rained out
With the score tied 2-2
We're mad at Selig, and the MLB
And kind of mad at you
It's just because
We're Philly fans- we threw snowballs
At Santa Clause

Oh, can't you please stop the rain
Oh, we'll play Game 5 again!
Oh, it really is a sin
The Phils must have their chance to win
6th inning? We'll tune in...

Hey, Mother Nature
We just could not change the channel
Game was played on in a downpour
And we wasted poor Cole Hamels
Now he can't play
Even if the Phil's go all the way
But not today

Hey Mother Nature
Our poor fan sat out in poncho's
A line drive slipped through J. Roll's fingers
So thanks to the head honcho's
Who let 'em play
Now our win's so close
Yet faraway
Maybe today

Oh, please be our hero
Oh, no damp Victorino
Oh, I know the Phils will win
Oh, if they can just get Game 5 in

In other towns they laugh at us
Is it the curse of ol' Lindros
It seems a real big win won't come our way
Then Game 5 came, we're on the cusp
But then rain fell and messed it up
Oh will this soggy madness go away
I have to say...

This rain must stop
But we don't know just how or when
Now, should we be pissed of at you
Or are we mad at William Penn
It just don't fly
When you try to rain out Game 5
That's not a lie

Oh, let nature takes its course
Oh, The Phils will win, of course
Oh, and when the rain subsides
There'll be victory off 95
Oh that you can't deny