Wisdom from the woodstove

Love is a lot like a woodstove. If you fan the flame, constantly giving it fuel but also air , it will keep you warmer than any other heat. But if you close it up, forget to nurture it, it will leave you cold to the core.
Men if you want to know the secret to a woman's heart it's simple, nurture her. Everyday (try) show her she is the most beautiful part of your world. Don't let the flame die down. Don't put your wood in a different stove. At the same time give her room to breathe. Let her be uniquely her and make sure she knows how beautiful that is. Not the outside beauty that time and life steals, the inside beauty, where the fire starts deep in the heart.
Treat her like the main source of warmth in your life and it will never grow cold.

Limbo

Fear. Paralyzing frozen.
No way to go back again.
Afraid to step forward.

This antimovement consuming
Everything.
Endless hope.
Endless possibility.
Arrested.

What if it happens again?
How many pieces are left
To be carried away?
What if it doesn't?

What if everything
I ever wanted
Is on the other side of that step?

What if cutting that final
Cord severs the last hope?

Frozen, terrified.
Won't stay like this forever.
Maybe just one more day.
One more look.
One last chance.

What if while I'm waiting
Hope is moving on?
This limbo
Is the closest to Hell
I'll ever feel again.

On the otherside
Endless unknown.

Loves wild ride

It starts slowly
A trickle
Soft, sweet, gentle
The promise
Like a flood it consumes
Everything

Swift as the tide
It pulls you under
Head below water
Captivated
Terrified
Softly it whispers
Surrender

Violently it spits you on shore
No explanation
Reason
Just gone
Spent, forever more

Love promises all
Consumes everything
Exiting
A meek skeleton

Rider beware
Hold onto your heart
It's gambling with your soul.

GIVE THANKS

There must be something in the air
Maybe in the water
That causes the heartbreak
I hear and see everywhere.

Is it this place
The economy
Or simply the time of year?

Happy families gather for their feasts
While other surrender
Solitude and tears.

In a world with such abundance
Why must pain be so plenty?
Can not even the least of us
Have just one somebody?

As you look across the table
Surrounded by family and friend
Remember at that moment
Somewhere a life alone ends.

In your revelry, gluttony, and cheer
Think of those with none to hold dear.

Think of the soldiers far away
The sick, the poor
The unwanted and lame.

Think just for a moment
Of true wealth
Not with distaste,
Those who would give everything
For a warm safe place.

Count your riches
Not in paper and coin
But in smiles, love, and home
For there will be many
All alone.
Nov 25 2013

Fading

There is a void felt heart to soul
The place made for you.
Like a fool
I built my life around us
For you to walk
So easily out the door.

It fills slowly
Like a sand castle
The water ebbs away at its sides
Tears begin to fade
Like your memory
In a shallow grave.

Yet for everything taken
So much more was gained.
The pain fades
Strength grows.
Slowly awakening
A long dead hunger for life.

The hinges on our past close slowly.
But close at last they will.
Thank you for showing me
There is life after you .