Dear friend
Don’t you know
That you are enough
Just the way you are
You were created
By the mighty hand
That holds all the stars
Whether you can see it
Or not
Your presence matters
Whether you can feel it
Or not
You are loved
And whenever you need
To feel it
My arms are always open
For a friendly hug
E.A. Fussell
7/14/2019
At the entrance
To my dad’s place
There is a gate
To an alternate universe
No internet
No cell phone
Total disconnection from
The World Wide Web
What you will find
Upon entry is
Lots of family and
Longtime friends
Old fashioned conversation
Love and good intentions
Laughter and fond memories
Of others who’ve passed on
I enjoyed a couple of days
In this refreshing way
When it was time to leave
Reconnect
Plug back in
Participate
In the churning machine
That runs the world
Passing back through the gate
I paused for one last glance
At the entrance
To my dad’s place
And thought to myself
There’s no “app” for this
But if there were
It might be called
Pure Bliss
It is a world I will truly miss
As I head back to my real life
And board a flight to Texas
E.A. Fussell
7/8/2019
Dear Heavenly Father,
Happy Father’s Day!
It may seem silly to some that I chose to include You in the celebration of this national holiday. The world has gotten so good at trying to exclude You from all things, please for give us for allowing even the discussion of Your exclusion to occur. Thank You for Your grace and Mercy; Your love; Your generosity; Your Word and it’s interpretation through the Bible; Your Holy Spirit dwelling in me and anyone who believes.
You have lifted me out of dark places so many times, given me hope when it seemed like all was lost, comforted me, made me laugh, and filled my heart with unspeakable joy. You have shown me that what is Yours is mine, if I believe.
Help me Lord, show me how to make You smile, show me how to fill Your heart with joy.
I love You so very much.
Amen
E.A. Fussell
6/16/2019
Shift your energy
Smile at yourself
Sing a happy song
Skip around the room
Pray for a friend
Think of God’s light
Filling your heart
Cleansing your thoughts
And before you know it
You will be feeling
Uplifted and bright
E.A. Fussell
5/25/2019
Love
Passion
Some of my
Most elaborate forms
Of self-harm
E.A. Fussell
5/24/2019
Some mornings the sunrise plays peek-a-boo with me.
The Lago Vista hills are the perfect play-ground for this game. Thursday morning on my drive to work the sun kept peeking out but didn’t let me fully see it until I reached my office door and was about to go in. At that moment I turned one last time and the sun revealed it’s full beauty as it crested the hill across the street. We had a glorious moment together and I basked in its wonder. Amazed again at how much the Creator of all things created all things to play and experience pure joy.
E.A. Fussell
4/27/2019
She never shook the stars from their appointed courses, But she loved good men, And she rode good horses. ~ Margot Liberty
Getting to the truth of a thing
It’s kind of like digging for good dirt
Sometimes the earth
Is soft and compliant
The soil is easily turned
Willingly revealing layers underneath
So easy, allowing us to
Push our hands into the dirt
Pull up clumps of weeds
Plow a path for a Spring flower trail
Sometimes the earth is hard
Unyielding
Protecting the dirt
Layering diversions
Of hard rock
Perilous gulfs of varying elevations
Deterrents to digging
Deterrents to plundering
The precious soil
Explosives
Bulldozers
Full-on destruction
We press on
Digging deeper
In search of the elusive dirt
And what happens
When we have finally found
The precious place to build
The right foundation
Was it worth it
Or is the dirt revealed too sensitive
Too raw
Too damaged
Getting to the truth
Can leave a lot of destruction in its wake
Only to reveal something
Too fragile to take
E.A. Fussell
3/17/2019
Save me a seat
I’ll be along in a little while
The miles between us are light years
But I can still see your sweet smile
There’s a big table
Y’all are gathered round
The echoes of laughter
Make such a beautiful sound
I see Grandpa and Granny
Uncles, aunts, and a few cousins too
There’s my best friend Sherry
Who parted way too soon
Gosh I sure do miss you
Age is catching up with me
Makes it easier to believe
In a life that follows after
Yes, I can see
Large tables
Where loved ones gather
Y’all save me a seat
I’ll be along in a little while
E.A. Fussell
2/8/2019
The hardest part is deciding
Deciding how I would really like
Like to life my life
Life has taught me hard lessons
Lessons of not attaching
Attaching to things or people
People come and go
Go and leave dreams broken
Broken dreams make it hard
Hard to decide how
How I would really like to live my life
Life was made to be lived
Lived to the fullest including pain
Pain eventually fades
Fades and gives way to hope
Hope in the future and a better time
Time to decide
Decide and imagine
Imagine and live
Live life to its fullest
E.A. Fussell
2/3/2019
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