Lost

Lost
by John Trent

Sadness in his eyes
Yet, he lies with a smile
The lines and creases
Cover his ashen face
His heart is broken
And the wounds, so deep
Lonely he sits,
Waiting for the time to pass

Years since past
Their union strong
Three boys in all
Now grown with grands
Seldom their seen
They live afar
His memory fades
As he forgets their names

The aching,
The anguish,
The anger, the rage
She was always nearby,
She was always......
Only her fragrance remains
He thought he’d be first
But he imagined wrong

Lonely he sits,
Waiting for the time to pass
Their home feels so empty
As does his heart
Soon, he hopes
He will feel her embrace
As she looks from above
Waiting for his time to pass

Grace (Haiku)

Grace

by John Trent

God’s rays stretch with warmth
Leaves sway and worship on high
A jay sings in praise

Sand (Haiku)

Sand

by John Trent

Hot and stagnant air
Dunes shimmer in the late sun
Golden sea oats wait

Honey (Haiku)

Honey

by John Trent

Bees on bloomed clover
A light fragrance enraptures
Sweet dripping amber

Estelle (Le Moulin de la Galette)

Estelle
by John Trent

A distracted glance, innocence in her smile
Glowing pink cheeks and rose colored lips
A lovely striped dress with a collar of lace
Her essence captured on a Parisian afternoon

Behind her perch is a festival of folly
Stationary dancers twirl to a silent melody
With laughter and chatter, ladies dresses flow
And the men, ever gentle, don proper attire

Elegant and graceful drapes her fragile arm
Her porcelain fingers, ever long and languid
She gently holds the rusted green bench
As her life and the music eternally plays on

Yet, my gaze returns, to her silent visage
With deep blue eyes and soft golden locks
Her smile, yes her subtle and wonderful smile
Forever captured in this portrait of time

**Inspired by Renoir's painting 'Le Moulin de la Galette'

What would you do to save your mom? (commentary)

What would you do to save your mom?
by John Trent


Oh..... the birds are singing in the early morning gray and the rays of the sun are stretching over the wooded horizon. Humid, yet comfortable, it is a wonderful time to sit quietly and experience the miracle of another day.

As I contemplated this beautiful gift, I imagined sailing the Heaven's on this amazing spaceship, Earth and the responsibility we each have for maintaining this beautiful and delicate craft. To comprehend this responsibility, we must understand the perfection of Heaven and earth. Wind, rain, and sun come to us through the sky and the earth gives us our home, our nourishment.

As Earth Day has quietly passed, I am reminded of the devastation the human race has inflicted upon our planet, our home. Chief Seattle once said, “Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.” So if we wish to afford our descendants the same privilege as us, we must see the earth as an extension of ourselves; a part of our very spirit and being.

We can make a difference. Slowly and steadily, we can return Mother Earth to health and well being. Though we are here for only an instant, we can change the future. So, I leave you with this excerpt from Lord Byron’s, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage;

"There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more."

Blessings to each of you and much love, John

The Sentient Bean (Poem & Commentary)

The Sentient Bean
by John Trent


It's another wonderful day to be alive. Summer is quickly approaching this sleepy coastal town. Instead of assuming my usual spot on the back porch, I headed out early to one of Savannah's most eclectic coffee shops for the morning to read, write, and observe. I joined the ranks of dedicated coffee drinkers, so I could absorb 'The Vibe' of this new age beatnik hangout.

For some reason, I have yet to undertand the comfortable and relaxing feeling that embraces my being while in a coffee shop. Maybe it's the smells, the hiss of espresso machines, sounds of cool jazz in the background, or, maybe, it's the feeling of anonymity amongst the group of regulars. In essence, its like being a third person observer on a vacation of the mind or in some cases, a human safari! It's wonderful.

So, I hope you enjoy this piece. I wrote this after a two hour sit at 'The Sentient Bean'. If you ever come to Savannah, you should put this colorful and eclectic spot on your calendar. I'm certain you'll enjoy yourself.

I wish each of you a joyous Easter and a safe holiday, John

The Sentient Bean

The faceless come and the faceless go
While the eclectic gather at this hidden shop
Tattooed and pierced, long hair and short
The Stone’s fade in as they sip and talk

Burnt red walls and cracked cement floors
Old tables and chairs, tattered and scarred
Brushed Oils hang with black and whites below
And Guitar Bob strums from his favorite spot

The grinder whirrs, enveloping the room
The chatter drowned by the rattle of beans
Conversations return as it abruptly ends
And Sinatra sings “My Way” lightly overhead

The aroma of fresh coffee, so earthly and bold,
Drifts and dances with it's comforting embrace
Some smile and laugh, others read and write
Some stare through time, others into their cup

Young lovers stare, locked hands on the table
A proud granny smiles at her baby's new girl
With a boiling hiss and a small plume of steam
The music plays on at ‘The Sentient Bean'


*The Sentient Bean is a locally owned coffee shop that sponsors the arts and has an open mike night for poetry every month.

Reflections (Haiku)

Reflections

by John Trent

Heron stands silently
Pond’s mirrored surface is still
Clouds reflect and drift

Unbound (Haiku)

Unbound

by John Trent

Swaying green branches
Heaven’s blue gently touches
Butterfly takes flight

Storm (Haiku)

Storm

by John Trent



Brilliant white flashes
Claps and rumbles of thunder
Raindrops ebb and flow

Love Song (Haiku)

Love Song

by John Trent

Warm breeze caresses
Cicadas and crickets chant
Night’s sultry Heaven

No Guarantees (commentary)

No Guarantees
by John Trent

Bob Moawad, author of 'Whatever It Takes', wrote, "The best day of your life is the one on which you decide your life is your own. No apologies or excuses. No one to lean on, rely on, or blame. The gift is yours - it is an amazing journey - and you alone are responsible for the quality of it. This is the day your life really begins."

Several months ago, I had to make some very difficult decisions regarding my own life. I had the choice to except my existence or to change and take control of my circumstance. It wasn't easy.

In general, life is hard. There are no guarantees and nothing truly turns out the way we expect or dreamed. However, what changes the outcome is whether or not we accept ownership for ourselves. We have a choice. We can complain about what someone did, how we percieved we were treated or how things just didn't work out. Whatever the negative circumstance, we are responsible. We have a choice. We can either accept life's grand misfortunes or take on the challenge and change our lives for the better, forever.

Though the road to self-reliance or self-ownership is wrought with challenges and detours, it can truly be the most amazing journey. A journey full of life, soul searching, and, ultimately, healing. Through a renewed sense confidence, we can walk this path of life and learn to savor each and every moment.

Do I Have To Play? (commentary)

Do I Have To Play?

By John Trent

This morning, I was reminded of one of my favorite books, 'The Tao of Pooh'. A short read that'uncomplicates' some of the basic concepts of philosophical Taoism. As I thought about it's message, it struck me that there are some who would never read this amazing work simply because of it's title, because it's different. As Westerners, we tend to label or fear Eastern and Native American philosophy and belief concepts that appear to be so unlike our own..

In reality, most of philosophical Taoism's major tenets and beliefs are the same as the life philosophies outlined in Buddhism, Judaism, Native American beliefs, Muslim, Christianity, and others; respect yourself, love your neighbor, be kind and virtuous to everyone, whether they deserve it or not.

I don't know when it happened, but somewhere along the way, we or our ancestors, chose a team. So many put on their faith's 'team jersey' and became obsessed with the idea that 'My way is the only way'.

We are individuals and unique; thus, we believe, pray, meditate and worship, in our own unique way. Though many of us accomplish these acts in a similar manner, we are still uniquely different. Like the characters from the 'Tao of Pooh', they are all unique; yet, they coexist in the Hundred Acre Wood.

To coexist, we must first learn to respect the beliefs and life choices of all humanity. Then and only then, we will all be able to take off our team jerseys and 'Just be' together.

Peace be with with each of you and may God bless us all.

Waltzing

Waltzing by John Trent

What is this?
So light, so airy,
My spirit’s on high
Dancing the clouds
As thy rapturous music
Infuses my soul

For I’ve found my destiny
Free from shackles
That bound my past
Free to feel!
Causing my heart
To bloom once again!

I am complete!
Lost tears of joy
Spill and overflow
And this feeling,
This overwhelming feeling!
Flows through my being

Beautiful is thy soul
My heart is full
For thou art my love
My life’s very essence
Eternally perfect
And forever in time

Does The Wrapping Paper Really Matter? (commentary)

Does The Wrapping Paper Really Matter?

by John Trent

In today’s world of high speed internet and 24 x 7 coverage of celebrities and models, we are bombarded by images of media defined perfection and beauty. Unfortunately, our standards for beauty have been defined for us; thus creating unrealistic realities and mindsets for those who are exposed, especially our children.

As a result, we spend billions of dollars on make-up, clothes, diets, and countless hours shopping and working out in order to achieve these fabricated ideals and perceived perfections. So much focus! So much time!

What if? What if we exerted the same energy on the development of our inner beauty, our spiritual selves? What kind of impact would this inward focus have on our schools, our busy lives, our personal relationships, our governments and most importantly, our world? I’m confident we know the answer.

So many of us judge or are judged by how we look, our nationality, or race. Throughout our lives, we have been trained to accept one’s exterior as the determining factor of whether someone belongs; thus, sorting the average, the ugly, or the beautiful into groups or boxes. Many times, these learned associations determine whether or not we engage the individual in a meaningful relationship or even say 'Hello'.

In 1 Peter 3:3-4, Peter said, “Do not let your adorning be external—the braiding of hair and the putting on of gold jewelry, or the clothing you wear— but let your adorning be the hidden person of the heart with the imperishable beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which in God's sight is very precious.

Today’s message is simple. Sometimes our human wrapping paper is a disguise for the potential gift inside. As the old saying goes, “beauty is only skin deep” and, maybe, just maybe, we should invest equal time on our own inner spirit and look past our learned behaviors. Kahlil Gibran wrote, “Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.” So let your heart light shine.

The Eyes Have It! (commentary)

The Eyes Have It!

By John Trent

As I contemplated life in general this morning, I considered what makes us human. Besides a soul, free-will, and a mind, we have been given hands to teach us not to be selfish. Mouths to teach us to give thanks in word and song. A nose to help us to learn from our environment. And eyes to teach us to show compassion and sincerity. All parts of ourselves both give and receive.

The eyes of a dedicated and genuine person show an inner fortitude and charisma that the eyes of the ordinary do not. Biologically, we know that an eye is an eye, an organ; yet, the eyes have long been considered the windows to the soul.

To achieve similar depth of character, we must live according to our true natures, be true to our very essence. Each one of our senses is not simply an information-gathering faculty but is a channel of expression as well.

So, I suggest, we allow ourselves to be instruments of good and let people see each of us as we perceive ourselves. Be genuine in everything that you do.

May God bless each of you, John

Hometown

Hometown
by John Trent

Forever altered my view of the past
Subtle reminders of simplicity lost
Surreal and forgotten as time replays
While walking this avenue of remembrance

Rusted tracks still run through town
Milkweed and dandelions grow between the ties
The old theater’s gone, now an old gravel lot
And a strip mall stands where we played in the woods

The beauty remains; yet, forever altered
Flooding my soul, each memory and thought
Innocence and laughter echoes through time
As the ghosts of my past ride the winds of change

Parenthood (commentary)

Parenthood
by John Trent

"Yes, to be a good parent, you have to sacrifice, but this is not a requirement of parenting, it is a requirement of being good at something." ~Robert Brault

This morning, we had a beautiful thunderstorm. Brilliant flashes, ebbs and flows of rain upon my tin roof, and the newly leaved trees swaying and rejoicing to the music of the wind, it was a grand show from the safety of my porch.

Last night, my baby girl, Kaitlyn, modeled her dress for Senior Prom. OMG!!!! My baby is no longer a baby. At 18, she has transformed from this tiny toddler to this intelligent and beautiful young woman. Ever-so radiant, she illuminated the room with her smile and grace. This is my child; yet now, this is my adult child.

Like the storm this morning, being a parent has its ups and downs, ebbs and flows. We are destined to fail and succeed, for we are imperfect. As I reflect back upon my life and the trials of parenthood, there are certainly many times of "I should have, could have or would have" done things differently; but.... I'm glad I didn't.

Through all of their scrapes and bruises, our disagreements and tears, we grew....we grew together. Thus, as I type this today, I am better prepared as a father of adult children with a very special bond. A bond that remains stronger than ever. A bond that says......."We did our best" and tomorrow, our love will be stronger.

Tears

Tears
by John Trent

"Jesus wept”
In an instance of tenderness
Piety binds strong
The ties of friendship

His soul of sweet influence
Providing calmness and peace
Never losing man’s hope
And a life’s passion without sin

So kind His soulful heart
Forever sanctified in love
A tear shed for us all,
By our God of consolation


Based on John 11:35, The Holy Bible

Revolution

Revolution
by John Trent

Is this death,
Or is this purgatory?
The tragedy of sanity,
Consumes each thought

The duality of our being
Is conceived in reality
As life's waning moments
Confuse love and hate

As the fire burns dim
The war rages on
A conscious revolution,
Of an uncertain mind

It's Time To Give Back (commentary)

It's Time To Give Back
by John Trent

As I sit in the darkness and safety of my back porch, I am free to experience the wonders of our maker and to do so comfortably. I am truly and deeply grateful for this beautiful gift.

Sydney J. Harris, an author and columnist once wrote in “When I hear somebody sigh, "Life is hard," I am always tempted to ask, "Compared to what?"” As I pondered this quote, I was reminded of the freedoms and standards of living most American’s enjoy today and every day. So many of us take these gifts for granted never truly having experienced severe hardship. We are a culture of 'entitlement'.

Due to the current worldwide economic crisis and significant increases of food prices over the last several years, it is estimated that 925 million people or 13.6 percent of the estimated world population of 6.8 billion goes hungry every day. Another alarming fact is that as of 2008, the World Bank estimated that there were an estimated 1.35 billion poverty stricken people living in developing countries who live on $1.25 a day or less. I surmise we each spend at least $1.25 per hour even as we sleep.

So, the next time you hear a friend, co-worker exclaim, or the thought crosses our own minds, ‘Life is tough or hard’, always remember we are lucky. Each of us, and our children, are fortunate to live in this land of opportunity. We are fortunate to never feel the pain of poverty or hunger.

God bless America and those who have and continue to sacrifice so much to give it to us. Most certainly 'God has shed His grace on thee."

It's time we start giving back.......

Remember When

Remember When
By John Trent

From my perch, the silver hues glistens
A summer’s dew rests upon the bladed lawn
Young violets and dandelions burst with color
And contrast the sheen from the night's humid darkness

I hurry downstairs to feel its wonderful wetness
A cool watery heaven to be soon between my toes
So pristine, I survey, forever blazed in my memory
Then feel its splenor surround my youthful feet

Carpeted and soft, the thick grass so lush
Slowly I walk as my eyes cast about
Dew drops drip from flowered pedals of gold
As cut green blades cover the tops of my feet

I run across this shimmering brightness
With arms outstretched, I begin to take flight
Higher and higher, I can see outer space
Then I notice a rock, odd shaped and brown

I run to the door, moisture drips from my legs
Mother hands me a towel, probably the same as last
I show her my rock , she says “what a exquisite find”
And I run up the stairs to continue to play

Years have past since I looked on from this perch
The same silvery hues glisten and shimmer below.
Tiny footprints meander, exposing grayish-green blades
As violets and dandelions still brighten the morn

From the doorway below, Nana gives each a towel
And proclaims with joy, “what an exquisite find”
Though nothing can bring back those hours of splendor,
Smiling, I know, my children, have experienced their own

Old Tin Roof

Old Tin Roof
by John Trent

Arrhythmic, tapping
Gentle, then strong
Rain begins to fall in the darkness of morn
A constant transition
From moment to moment
As each tiny droplet kisses the old tin roof

Building, slowly
A beautiful percussive sound
Its wondrous intensity continues to swell
Steadily falling
Then, a flash in the dark
Deafening, each drop, yet calming to the soul

I hear its return
An ever-distant thunder
As a mist-laden whisper caresses my ear
Steady and consistent
Night's pitch starts to lighten
As the breath of renewal breaks the early dawn

Experience God (commentary)

Experience God
by John Trent

The sun is shining and the winged-beings are performing an amazing song of glory as I type these words. It is truly another great day to be alive!!!!

“Let your mind start a journey thru a strange new world. Leave all thoughts of the world you knew before. Let your soul take you where you long to be...Close your eyes let your spirit start to soar, and you'll live as you've never lived before.” ~Erich Fromm

Through out my life, I have sought God through studies and intellect. I have researched and established many similarities in all the world's religions. There are so very many. But, in reality, I could have reached the truth faster if I would have allowed my thoughts, allowed myself, to be tied to my experiences; thus, opening my eyes to the miracles happening all around me.

The way we think is inherently dualistic. Our thought processes make infinite distinctions every day. Our minds create new connections between concepts assigning each thing we learn a meaning. This type of thinking limits our understanding of God; thus, we are left with thoughts that are not fully rational, quantitative, nor describable. Yet, many of us still believe. Why? Through experience our faith grows.

In many of the Eastern religions and philosophies, it is said one must ‘throw away the books’. They suggest we must study, but not to the point that emphasis on experience and prayer is lost. Once we learn to combine intellect with our direct experiences and free our meditative / prayer minds from conventional wisdom, then there will be no barrier to the wordless and faith-filled perception and essence of God.

So…. Today, close your books. Go outside and find a tree, then sit and contemplate the very essence of its miracle. From a seed to a mighty tree, it is unto itself a beautiful universe. Experience the gift for yourself. God bless and much love, John

Setting Sail (commentary)

Setting Sail
by John Trent

It's a little cool and breezy with a light fog hanging through the pine. Spring has arrived quietly in our sleepy coastal community.

As usual, I'm sipping a bold expresso blend this morning and my trusted companion, Magnolia Belle, silently stares into the darkness. Content on just being and sharing herself moment to wonderful moment. She is truly an angel with four paws......

As I comtemplated the feathers of ghostly fog slowly meadering through the trees, my thoughts turned towards my ancestors who left thier known existence for the possibility of opportunity in the 'New World'. They had courage. The had hope and they had faith that God would provide. So they boarded these sailing vessels and accepted and sailed the vastness of uncertainty.

Thoroughout literature God is often represented by the ocean. Its depth is immeasurable, its power rules all who enter it. We seek to sail it with our knowledge of knots, direction, mathematics, and charts, yet its vastness is incomprehensible and our understanding limited.

In our youth, we have great ambitions about exploring both above and below the surface, while in the twilight of our years most have given in to its depths. In essence, life has shown us that there is no other alternative than to accept the ocean, drift its currents, and float from horizon to horizon. By accepting this 'current' we are sustained while those who forever seek more, find turmoil and strife.

Thus we should sail the mighty ocean without care, ride its currents without reservation and trust in the overwhelming power of God.

The Promise

The Promise
by John Trent

Oh, what majesty
Contorted and ancient,
You stand your place
And arms hold heavy
The weight of the heavens
Bent and twisted,
Your branches turn skyward
With buds of green, contrasting,
Against an overwhelming gray
From atop, lone and solitary
Comes a youthful sound
My eyes take focus
Upon a bowl of twigs
A new mother sits,
With such nurturing warmth
And from a branch afar,
A father watches his early hatch
And searches the distant
Under the weight of heaven

Who's In Control? (commentary)

Who's In Control?

by John Trent

“He who controls others may be powerful, but he who has mastered himself is mightier still” ~Lao Tzu

Many of us walk around feeling as if we have a reasonable level of control over our everyday lives. We take our children to sports practice and attend functions on ‘our schedules’; thus giving us a sense of satisfaction and normalcy.

What I would like to suggest, perhaps, is that, we, so called normal folk, are not in control of our daily lives as we might think. This is not an observation, a theory or an opinion. This is a statement of scientific fact based on several scientific studies dating back to 1936. These long-term studies have proven we are not in control of ourselves rather we are controlled by our subconscious mind; thus, making most of our thoughts spontaneous and automatic with no real control being exerted in everyday life.

Let’s think about an example or two of the above. Someone pulls out in front of you in traffic, someone you've never met and you automatically get agitated, annoyed, even stressed. Or, your husband or wife squeezes the toothpaste from the middle and you automatically get frustrated. What causes these reactions?

As normal people, we spend our lives reacting. The reactions just happen, often making matters worse rather than better. Unfortunately, what we see and learn as children become habitual and completely automatic as we grow into adults. In essence, we become robots programmed by those who loved and nurtured us when we were young and impressionable.

We need to regain control. If we do regain control, something extraordinary happens. We start doing the right things and our lives become significantly less stressful. In addition, we start creating a different set of behaviors, which creates a chain reaction with those who are close and those children for whom we nurture and teach. We create a different experience…….a different life.

We need to master our emotions by learning how to ‘stop’. We need to ‘STOP’ and make certain we are behaving in the best possible way. We need to learn how to ‘Yield'. Yielding, allows us to slow down and relearn how to pay attention; thus, becoming the master of each and every moment we live.

I want more .... or do I? (commentary)

I want more .... or do I?

by John Trent

Ahhhh!!!!! It is a beautiful morning. A refreshing chill is in the air and sun, oh the glorious sun, warms my soul. As I contemplated the serenity of this early morn, the inspiration for this edition of Morning Coffee came to mind.

Hope this gives cause to ponder and, with much love to all, have an outstanding day.

In my most humble opinion, it seems most folks never tire of seeking new thrills. In some cases it even becomes an addiction. For many years, I was just such a person. I, like many, craved entertainment, and wanted newer, sharper, and more exciting experiences. It made me feel more alive. Frankly, this suggests that something was missing or I was bored with the life I have.

Over the past two years, my views have changed. Though I enjoy seeing and experiencing the mystery of everyday, I have come to regard reality as being projections of our own minds. Everything is truly subjective and relative.

To experience our true reality, we must learn to withdrawal from the crazyiness and extremes of the outside world. We must look within and then slowly peel away the layers of subjectivity where will find the core of objectivity; A sense of truth that absorbs rather than reflects. This essence or, as the ancients said, “the center” is where our minds cease to be addicted to the necessities of more and more stimulating realities. This is where we enter into a silence that feels perfect and whole. This is where we can pray and listen to our Creator

Like many, I still enjoy a good roller coaster or haunted house. The major difference, I don’t live for or crave that next experience…. I just enjoy it when it happens

Kiss Me

Kiss Me
by John Trent

Oh, I hear her voice
Silky and smooth
As I inhale her love
From across the room

She glides on pedals
With Angel’s wings
Her ethereal essence
Takes my breath away

Oh, my soul is filled
She whispers “I love you”
A candle’s lone flame
Dances in her eyes

Her fragrance enraptures
Caresses my heart
I’ve waited a lifetime
For she is the one

Our youthful dreams
Finally realized
An unforgotten kiss
From many years ago

Paradise Lost: The Beauty of Belonging (commentary)

Paradise Lost: The Beauty of Belonging

By John Trent

Whatever happened to our small town values, our sense of family and community? For many of us, we had a feeling of belonging; an aspect of our culture that has slowly eroded and has been lost. Growing-up in a small town on the Outer Banks of North Carolina, everyone knew everybody. We all had different beliefs, we were different races, but we all went to the same schools and ate at the same restaurants. We all respected each other and we were fiercely protective of one another.

Unlike the ‘big city’, as children we were safe to roam the woods, the streets, and the shore. We could be mischievous and silly, only to be caught and scolded by a neighbor or family friend. Our town gave meaning to the saying ‘it takes a village to raise a child.’

Though I have moved on and lived in the ‘big cities’, the values of our childhood have certainly changed. Impersonal and mechanized are the first words that come to mind when I think of our current state of world affairs. What happened to that warm voice on the other line when you called to make a doctors appointment? Press 1 for an appointment, press 2 for more options, and press # if you wish to be transferred to another automated machine. Now I must admit, I'm all for efficiency and cost savings; however, I can honestly say I miss the human interaction of speaking to a receptionist, ‘Miss Lucy’, who had known me since I was born. She was like a great aunt or even a granny.

In this age of modernization, we have allowed Facebook,My Space,and other sites to replace and displace our very humanity. Slowly and methodically, our youth are losing the ability to enjoy the wonders of belonging, the wonders of being part of a community. Instead we send messages like LOL : ). For those not IM savvy, that means ‘laugh out loud’ with a smiley face, which means I’m happy. Everything is so fast, impersonal, and mechanized.

Unlike many who live to read what someones 'status' might be or 'why did he or she post that', our community taught us to cooperate with others and we did without the help of the internet. We learned that accomplishments of the group were always greater than that of the individual. We learned how to rely on others and how others could rely on us.

Most importantly, we learned the importance of integration versus the assimilation of the masses. No matter what we achieved as a community, we were encouraged to walk life’s path independently while always, and I mean always, knowing we would be caught if we fell.

So tonight, instead of texting your friend, give them a call. Listen to their voice. Listen to the joy you hear when you say “I miss you” or “I love you”. Make life personal. Re-learn how to interact with other humans, face to face, and teach our youngsters the art of socialization. Life’s to short to be hiding behind a computer screen.

Escape!

Escape
by John Trent

I’m soaring amongst the tops of trees
And seeing the world below
The sky is blue with cottony balls
The sun is so bright and aglow

Tick, tick, the clock on the wall
His words are hazy and muffled
Fading slowly, my mind wants out
My feet are busy and befuddled

I join the stars in outer space
And drift the cosmos wide
In peaceful quiet I ride the moon
While distant stars collide

That droning voice, the room so dark
This presentation is long and boring
Heads are nodding and most eyes are closed
And, the fellow beside me is snoring

I must return and escape this existence
Or the next two hours will be numbing
So I’ll pretend to care, pay close attention I swear
And daydream of worlds forthcoming!

Outgoing Tide

Outgoing Tide
by John Trent

Burning crimson from a late Southern dusk
Long and tangled, hang drapes of Spanish grey
Standing tall, with its lengthening shadows
Each oaken vein takes root in the sand

Leaves gently touched by a familiar breeze
And set ablaze upon the retreating sun
Edges illumined with burnt gold and reds
And colors fade as the horizon darkens

Carefully leaning on my old grey friend
My mind slowly slips to a time long past
Barnacled pile, remains splintered and broken
Of a wharf, once busy, with the day’s fresh catch

These tired eyes scan the ancient river’s mouth
Keeping watch for the return of the swarms of gulls
My mind sees the ghost of each passing trawler
As the lone gull sings his old and soulful song

Lost memories and dreams from the limbs of this oak
Remembering the days of my imaginary youth
Now I stand at its roots with the slow setting sun
As my childhood drifts on the outgoing tide

Kindness (comments)

Kindness

by John Trent

“Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profoundness. Kindness in giving creates love.” ~ Lao Tzu

Good morning friends and family,

It’s dark and chilly this morning, but that will soon change when we “Spring Forward” this coming weekend. Warmer weather is slowly approaching coastal Georgia.

As I read the above quote, I thought of the differences between those who ‘act’ kind and those who are genuinely kind. In a nutshell, Lao-Tzu wrote in a latter text that if you had any expectations for being kind, then you weren’t being kind. In essence, you were seeking favor for your good deeds. To be truly kind, he said, we must give to the deserving, as well as those who are not, without expectation.

So, I suggest we allow our kindness to be effortless, to become second nature or become our nature. Then, we can become instruments of love and compassion for all of humanity.

I wish each of you a wonderful day and may God share his unwavering kindness with you. Much love to all, John

Clear Water

Clear Water
by John Trent

You may lead my horse to water,
But you can not make him drink
‘Cause he’s as stubborn as a mule
And reserves the right to think

There are some that always follow
And some that always lead
Of course, there are those who argue
And some that always agree

Life is full of twists and turns
God grants us each a choice
We can follow Him to the Promised Land
Where we all can sing and rejoice

For some the water is muddy
For others it’s full of fear
I pray the lost can finally drink
For His love is amazingly clear

Infinite Whispers

Infinite Whispers
by John Trent

Alone I stand on this dark wooded path
So fresh the scent of the impending rain
I close my eyes to face the wind
As the lions of March roar through the pine
And settle to the sound of God’s infinite whispers

Bare limbs reach and continue to dance
Ever so subtle, cool drops kiss my face
Each touch awakens the essence of my soul
While thunder annouces the arrival of spring
And the dead slowly fall, making way for the new