Character held is surely defined,
by moments poised in a single line.
The ability to see and clearly hear
the messages borne from a passed year.
I hope i can be that man
who seems to go to things at hand –
to embrace the path he walks upon
and never dwells on passages gone.
I pray my wanderings are not pretend
and I’ll cross the Jordan to journey’s end.
O darkened sky shall not disdain
a promise given is God’s spring rain.
I sat often in the backseat
of my papa’s 1953 Buick –
a beautiful machine,
always driven with precision.
It had a smooth sound
and was comfortable in the
expansive back seat, all mine.
My grandmother was a special co-pilot –
opening the garage and closing it.
I sat on driver side of the backseat
and looked at the wrinkles
in the back of his neck.
Several deep horizontal lines,
like rows and rows of grape vines.
Wrinkles created from farming –
planting, pruning and nurturing in the field.
The vines grow in the vineyard from
a wild-rooted base.
Grafted into a life of
The graft brought lineage and freedom
from disease to its host.
These memories are deeply rooted
in my life, shaping future from the past.
I long for and cherish such parts of life
where God shows Hs masterful
hand in our lives
so we will always know
He is there.
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