Tag: poet

Is it really necessary

Lately

Numerous people

Have felt compelled

To tell me to “ Breathe”

Which is a way of saying

“Slow down” or “calm down”

“it’ll all be okay”

In my construction life

I am not a calm person

Wide open is my speed

I don’t know how to slow down

And just breathe

Who has time for

Deep intakes of air anyway

All I need

Are short gasps of pure oxygen

Just enough to get me thru

To the next task at hand

Perhaps occasionally exhaled

In colorful expletives

I will retire one day

That’s when I will slow down

That’s when I will breathe

Until then

I choose to run wide open

Trying to curtail my exhales

From turning into F-bombs

While knowing that each day

I maxed out my energy

With the effort I gave

E.A. Fussell

01.30.2020

Storm’s Brewing

Be still” is one of the most difficult directions to follow, especially when we face a storm.

Sometimes the storm isn’t even for us but we feel compelled to help and suddenly find ourselves in the middle of it. Helping isn’t always the best thing.

If you know someone who continually needs help to get through a storm, maybe that’s because you continue to help them and they never go thru the storm alone with God.

We have a tendency to insert ourselves in God’s place thinking we are helping when we are actually prolonging or negating the lesson or the change the storm was intended for.

Even in our own storms it’s easier to rush for a solution instead of being still and listening for confirmation from the Word of which direction we should take.

When we try too hard or move too fast for a resolution we again insert ourselves into God’s place and may take the wrong path.

Storms are a part of life. Some are ours some are for others. They can be personal, professional, or spiritual in nature. Try to remember that not every storm is meant for you to ride through.

Be still, wait on the Lord, He will be true to His Word and direct you, if you wait on Him.

E.A. Fussell

1.17.2020

Gone

In your private life

When you lose someone to

Death or

Divorce or

Drugs

It can feel like your heart

Is caving in

As your mind realizes

Your life will never be the same

Without that person

All hope gone for the plans

You made together

Grief, sorrow, anger, love,

Memories

All mix together forming

Utter sadness

Sometimes

You heal

Other times

You do not

Even when you hold onto

Belief that God knows best

The sadness

Clouds your mind

Engulfs your heart

As you watch your private life

Fall completely apart

E.A. Fussell

O1.07.2020

Move Deeper

Pick a destination

Set your mainsail

Take the helm

Move away from the shore

There’s so much more

That you were made for

Trust your soul whisperings

Like the stability of a keel

They will keep you from tipping

Don’t get distracted

As you tack and jibe

If the waves rise

On your port or starboard side

Just stay your course

And enjoy the ride

E.A. Fussell

01.05.2020

Let Go

What’s holding you back?

What’s making you hesitate?

Another year has passed

Another year awaits

As we stand on the edge

And watch the new year approach

Will you make your move

Or will you stay stuck in place?Holding onto old mistakes

You’ve made a lot

Throughout your life

That’s okay, so have I

They can’t be undone

But should we suffer forever?

Punishing ourselves

Torturing our mind with

What if’s and

If only’s

No

We’ll forgive ourselves

And many others

We’ll stand up straight

Grab hold of life with purpose

Shake the doubt and guilt and Shame away

Hold our head high

Trust God’s word

Do as He says

And move forward

With joyful hearts

Each and every day

E.A.Fussell

12/31/2019

Above Average

I did not wake up today

To be mediocre

Like the persistent flow

Of a mountain stream

Cuts through the rocks

And routes it’s course

I will consistently

Dwell on the things

That I plan to attain in this life

I will feel them and see them

As if they are already here

Written intentions combined with

Diligent meditation and

Active steps of pursuit

Will route the course

From my imagination

Into my reality

E.A. Fussell

12/23/2019

Old flames

Just like a campfire

Rekindling an old flame

Can be easy or

Not so much

Cold embers

Sometimes resist new sparks

And if they reignite

They may just end up

Burning you twice

Better to let old flames

Take their natural course

Maybe the embers

Linger for a lifetime

Maybe the ashes just

Blow away with the wind

It doesn’t really matter

Be thankful for the time

You blazed bright together

In the time that you had

E.A. Fussell

12/21/2019

My Kingdom Come

Being alone

It has become my addiction

To tuck myself away from the world

After my work day

Curl up with a good book

Or a mindless show

Turn the ringer off my phone

Escape into a world of thought

Filled with ideas of what I will do when I retire

Hoping I live to see the day

Instead of scheduling subcontractors and chasing materials and solving problems all day

I will fill my time with writing and sketching and creating fountains and exploring the wilderness and making videos and learning new things

I will wade off into the countryside and not be heard from for weeks

Reappearing occasionally to post photos or videos to document what I learn

At one time I thought it might be nice to share life with someone but I have distanced myself to the point that I am no longer interested in sharing myself with any one

There just isn’t enough of me to go around

So I conserve myself and only let a rare few glimpse my world up close

Mostly you must view my kingdom from afar

I will share it with you briefly from time to time and hopefully it will encourage or entertain you for a moment and in that brief moment neither of us will feel alone

E.A. Fussell

12/21/2019