Country Song

Carheart coats and baseball caps

Old pickup trucks and ammo

Late nights, old rusty coon-traps

Cricket songs and front-porch bands

Sunday services dressed in cammo

Big bear-hugs, and callused working hands

Cowboy boots and Copenhagen

Wrangler pants and a country swagger

Bumper stickers that are still votin’ Reagan

Deep tracks left from Bud’s mud-tires

Where a fancy drink is an ice-cold lager

Dirt roads with friends and bonfires

Bailing hay in boots and overalls

Where a good date is barn-dancing

Up at the crack of dawn, deer-calls

Living and dying for freedom

Respect is important as romancing

Looking forward to Christ’s Kingdom

Risking Regret

I’m just going to say it, let the weight of my heart convey it

Spill everything out and just hope that you don’t betray it

Maybe it’s what you want to hear, or maybe it’s a living fear

No matter what happens now, at least you were here

I hope you don’t run away, suddenly run out of anything to say

Leave me in yesterday, pick up and run the other way

Love is about risking regret, sometimes driving a reckless heart right into the sunset

And give and take, and taking nothing but bad and giving up what we had

Even about being willing to be truly be mad at me

Look out for me, stop and see when there’s something sad in me

Being able to find forgiveness as fast as tears can rebound

Getting lost in the good that’s made, made to be found

So please excuse me for choosing you for everyday

You have the power to shake me and misuse me in every way

The pain of losing something is at least filled with memories

And that’s gain compared to pain of feeling only misery 

I’m brave enough to tell the truth, face the tidal wave

Look you in the eyes and say the words I’ve tried to save

I love you so much more than I thought I ever could

I love you so much that I can’t ignore it even if I should

Tears, Sun, Love

Through a tear-filled field of somber clouds laden with the burdensome load of rain, the sun sluggishly pulled on its trousers like an old man one leg at a time. Then, with reserve that lacked all motivation, as though pausing to muster a strength from within, the sun rested behind the curtain of rain while the day yawned on slowly amid the dreary greyness. The attitude of the sun seemed to soak into the thoughts of those who trudged through life below among the mud and left the heart cold and damp, a feeling that was reflected on everyone’s faces, which were further reflected from the pooling puddles that formed.

But, with a swift motion, like an abrupt but welcome change in symphony from lacrimoso to allegro the sun broke through the clouds with a shout of brilliant light that rang out fluidly with a triumphant feeling that rinsed out the gloom that the morning rain had poured out into hearts. The sharp brilliance with its piercing radiance cut through and exacted out the heaviness like no word spoken or deed done could ever feign to. The simple and forgotten elegance of a sunrise or the outpour of light from a blue sky has no equal in its own unique natural way.

To look up into the blue eyes of a clear sky is seldom seen and appreciated to the extent that it deserves, but even when spoken of it all its poetic glory fades into the background of life when compared to the eyes of a loved one. Many things can touch a heart, but only love can fulfill the heart.