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A Broken Memory

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A broken memory
far and lost

barely holding on.

For the though of what you lost
carries such a weight.

Memories fading
into a painful reminder

of what you left behind.

Yet you hope.

For the life in your eyes
to set fire to that that hold you

so tight.

Caleb
GTG


THANK YOU!

Today marks the one year anniversary since my first post: So it begins:

“He is a sane man who can have tragedy in his heart and comedy in his head.”

GK Chesterton
Tremendous Trifles

It has been a wonderful and exciting first year of blogging. I have been blessed of meeting so many great bloggers and be encourage by them.  Thank you for following and all the encouragement.

God Bless,

Caleb

The lost of generations

Dreams that will never be dreamt
Inventions that will never be created
Classics that will never be read
Art that will never be admired
Music that will never be composed or played
Histories that will never be written
Joys and sufferings that will never be experienced
Thoughts and voices that forever will be lost and silenced

Generations lost.

Fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, grandfathers, grandmothers, cousins, nephews, lovers and friends that will never be…

All because their life was ended before they were born.

Caleb
GTG

I had no right

I had no right.

But  words kept coming like ghosts creeping from shadows past.

Shifting thoughts shuffling through words
all wasted in a swift breath.

There is no right way to break a heart.

You try to hide the weight of thoughts in your eyes
but they can’t lie, for I have seen them cry.

If only I could…

But there is no time to waste
Youth is watching you pass by

In time Truth will heal.

Caleb
GTG

Sweet Hope (An Advent Reflection)

O sweet Night!

How the prophets wished
to hold you still.

O sweet Virgil!

Hope of hopes let your face
shine upon us.

O sweet Night!

Make way for the boy King
and let the heavens declare:

Divinity has kissed the Earth!

O sweet Virgil!

Let that joyful cry
proclaim for all eternity,

Emmanuel!

Caleb

Dedicated to the Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Virgin Mary today December 8.

For a great article by Journey towards Easter, about the Immaculate Conception of the Blessed Virgin Mary please read:

The Root of Jesse and the Immaculate Conception of Our Lady

Still a Small Voice

You yearned for fulfillment

but there is no meaning
in the light of your eyes

just thoughts whispered in the sand.

For you ripped apart the law written in your heart
and made for yourself an idol

out of your own desires.

You grew weary and pretended
that everything is alright

closing your mind ever so deeply
to the storm stirring in your heart.

A feeling you can’t loose.
A yearning you can’t ignore.

For you never felt at home in the muck.

Still a small voice that whispers
into your heart:

You were made for more.

A small voice that trembles
through your bones

Tear down all you got.

For you are not the sums
of your failures…

but the sum the Father’ love for you*.

Caleb
GTG

*Authors note: The last two verses are straight from Saint John Paul II 17th World Youth Day homily. A moving exhortation to today’s youth facing what Pope Benedict XVI called the dictatorship of relativism embedded in today’s culture.

The Son (Updated version)

Last week I read an article about the transition from sonship to manhood entitled, In Defense of Gentlemanly Things, published in Those Catholic Men website. There were two lines that really resonated with me:

“We need traditions, because they are the glue between generations.  A boy’s first cigar does not make him a man, but the man that handed it to him might”.

-Jason Craig

I thought it was brilliantly true. As men we like to do things. That is how learned from our fathers and grow in friendship with other men. In every hiking trip, beach outing, skateboarding road-trips there are a myriad of opportunities to impart life long lessons about the virtues without even saying a word about them. We mostly learn through observation. The misattributed quote to St. Francis of Assisi somewhat illustrated this point:

“Preach the Gospel at all times. Use words if necessary”.

-Not St. Francis of Assisi

Properly understood this quote does not relegate preaching the gospel with words to a secondary plane, the words are often utterly necessary, rather what it says, is that actions give the weight to the words. This is especially true in the eyes of a young man. Thinking about my own childhood and all the time with my dad this rings true.

Inspired by this article last week I wrote The Son, a poem about growing up. I rushed it. I thought there was something missing. That line, “A boy’s first cigar does not make him a man, but the man that handed it to him might”, inspired me to write the poem in the first place and yet it wasn’t clear. So here is my second attempt:

The Son (updated)

Men leading their son
to the everlasting hills…

Christening in their hearts
an indelible mark

Of how to be a man!

Rocking oldfangled cigars
racing against time.

In a minute, it will be to late,

for the sun swiftly rises
in young man’s eyes.

In an instant, over time,

along all the miles hiked
models built and stories told

of a bygone time

when men were men
and sanity was sane,

it happen.

The heart met the man.

Hands on courage!

For it is not the cigar nor
whiskey drank,

miles hiked nor models built
that makes the man

but a virtuous life lived
in front of a son’s eyes!

Caleb
GTG

The Son

The Son

Men leading their son
to the everlasting hills…

Christening in their hearts
an indelible mark

Of how to be a man!

Rocking oldfangled cigars
racing against time.

In a minute, it will be to late,

for the sun rises swiftly
in young man’s eyes.

In an instant, over time,

along all the miles hiked
models built and tales told…

of a bygone time,

when men were men
and sanity was sane

it happen.

Hands on courage!

For it is a virtuous life,
lived in front of a son’s eyes,

that makes the man!

Caleb
GTG