If I Could Take Your Burden Away

The feelings you hold inside produce a storm

That rages daily without relief,

Even as the shadows and drizzling rain

Replace your pain with soothing melancholy.

I see your pain, feel your despair quickly replaced

By hope, then crashing back to its well-known abyss.

Sometimes my optimism seems like a curse,

When I want to take all your pain, bitterness and worry and

Consume it like a cancer with no regard for my life.

But I know that is not what you want,

Your loving and calm spirit wishes only for a relief from the darkness,

Not to drag others into your painful reality.

If love could cure the pain, I would heap it on you like soothing coals to

Burn away the scars, or like a blanket to cover you with the warmth of hope.

I will stand with you, strengthen you, carry your burden and

Retain the book of confidence for you, to read you bedtime stories

Of a little boy who crossed a great chasm,

Who fought dragons of internal despair and self-doubt,

And who emerged victorious at the end of your perilous journey

With an unbelieving backward gaze at all you have conquered.

I cannot write the story of triumph for you, but

I will always be there to carry your burden and read you the

Adventures of your life as you, in undying confidence and strength,

Write the next chapter. 

Crossroads

I feel like I am at a critical crossroads in my life.

Although I have accomplished almost every goal I ever wanted, it is not enough.

I feel like all I have done so far will be for nothing if I don’t reach this goal; like every positive thing I have ever believed about myself will be a joke, a cruel lie.

It is close enough to taste, but I have so much more work to do.

It is overwhelming sometimes. I want to give up, but that is not in my nature.

I picture my skeptics in the background with their ugly smirks, reminding me that I chose this life, so I should stop complaining; ready to break out their “I told you so” retorts when I have failed. 

But rather than shrinking back or retreating, I push forward; knowing that there is always a chance I will fail, but clinging to the chances of success like a warrior preparing for battle. 

I may fail, but if I do, I will not go down without a fight.

This is my time to shine, to show everyone I deserve to be here.

I want to show my family and friends to never give in to negativity or cynicism, never doubt yourself, and never give up on your dreams.

Fight for everything, and in that battle you will find the will to keep going.

The Power of “One” - A Letter to ALL My Children

Dear Children (and Those I Call My Own):

A year from now, a new phase of your life will be over, and one more will be ready to begin. I have seen you mature and develop over the last few years. I have seen you struggle, pick yourself up, dust yourself off, and continue the journey. I have seen you cry and say goodbye to someone you love. I have seen you wonder if all this pain and struggle is worth it. I have a short answer for you: YES! You were designed not just for some heavenly purpose, but for much earthly good.

Never underestimate the power of one. In one year, you will be starting a new journey, so be the one person who shows those around you a picture of strength and perseverance. It might be a family member, a friend, a brother or sister, or a potential student or coworker. Many times I have received messages that said: “You were the one who inspired me” or “You were the one who made me feel like it was OK to be myself” or “You were the one who taught me to love learning and push me toward a path of knowledge” or “You were the one friend that remained when I needed one.” I do not take any of those comments for granted, and neither should you.

Finish your degree. Finish those certifications. Finish that goal of doing something you want to do but never believed you could. Start a new job where you have no idea what you are doing. It’s OK. There is always one more goal to complete, followed by one more, and then another…until there are no more “ones” to be done.

You may not feel like you can affect someone every day, or move them toward greatness, but you will. You may inspire someone across the world that you will never meet, and never know the impact you had on them. This kind of lasting mark takes the faith to know that each hurdle is for a reason. And that reason could be that because you did it, others can follow in your footsteps. Be the one that causes people to stumble into greatness.

No money? Money will come if you keep seeking excellence and never stop learning.

No one to share your life with? Be patient, there is always someone who will love you for who you are.

No end in sight? Be strong, my friend. The end is the just the beginning.

I will be the one standing in the shadows with a smile, whistling and applauding as you to finish the race. Do the same for someone else. Be their one.

What Does It Mean to Be Alive?

Beating, pounding, thumping, pulsing…

Day after day our heart propels us through life. Yet we are oblivious to it’s frailty.

Thinking, worrying, planning, deciding…

The sparks of intelligence course through our synapses.  Yet we try to control these thoughts like the flick of a switch.

Walking, running, pacing, striding…

On to our next obligation or appointment. Yet when we reach our destination, have we really arrived?

We cling to happiness like it is something we can own, but we know it really owns us. Happiness gives clarity to all that is light and dark, real and unreal, lasting and vanity.

Nothing is under our control, and that realization keeps us on our guard. It helps us to breath when we must and hold our breath when the air is too hard to take in.

All we can do is make confident choices that take us to the next plateau. We can push forward or we can allow the world to pass us by.

To be alive, we must give up all control, for in that abandon we find that love is the key to the opened door.

Love binds us together like a missing ingredient.

Love gives hope to our anguished souls.

Love takes us onward when looking back is too painful.

To live is to breath, to see, to feel, to hope.

Our body and soul perform a tangled dance of ebb and flow, chaos and comfort, clarity and confusion.

We think we have a grasp on what it means to live and to be alive, but we sometimes forget these two are rarely the same.

The Dragon's Heart

Coming home grounds me, takes me back to simpler times,

When answers were easy and the only decisions to make were what to wear and when to eat.

Nothing is simple now.

Not my wandering mind, nor a heart that longs to find peace in the midst of daily storms.

The road ahead is paved with trouble of my own creation, a world of my own choice.

Yet I embrace this dragon, this beast that seemed like a good idea;

A time when taming dragons demonstrated noble pursuits and even nobler people.

But the dragon has grown and it needs more and more to sustain itself.

I am in awe of its beauty, even as I sense its ability to burn me up with one casual breath.

I want to grow close to this beast, to understand it and match the heat of its intensity.

But it is not my friend. It tolerates me and expects me to give it more than I am willing to concede.

I cannot release it. It is too much a part of me to grant it freedom now.

So I move forward with resolve; fearful of what I have become.

Embracing this changling, this dragon-like beast that only a few years ago

Cowered in fear at the unknown world that I was creating.

As I accept the task at hand, I know a piece of me may be destroyed in the process.

A new creation will emerge, one that resembles the old in strange and familiar ways.

A steadfast creature, standing firm in my resolve to defeat the person inside,

Even as I realize that indelible part of me was never meant to die.

Victory is elusive, yet it calls to me like a siren song.

Like the call of a beast longing for its familiar home.

Even when the victory is won, the battle inside will rage on,

Till the dual heart we share beats no more.