The reality of champions

I don’t believe in perfect
I believe in getting better
In baseball you can lose 60 games and still be champions …
The worst team will win 60 and the best team will lose 60 …it’s what they do with the other 42 that counts…
The first 75 percent of the season isn’t as important as the last 25 percent …
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Consider your life
Stop putting so much pressure on yourself…
Just keep going…
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Every player gets his shot at the plate
It doesn’t matter how hard you threw when you were drafted
It’s how well you control right now
It doesn’t matter how well you hit
You have to throw that ball across the plate and give every player his shot …
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That’s life
You just keep going
You don’t stop
Don’t stop
You’re going to win some and lose some
But it’s what you do after that – that really counts …
Get in the box and keep swinging
Get on the mound and just throw the best pitch you can…
The rest will handle itself …
-E

The old places

Another Friday night
And he’s sitting at the bar again
drink at hand
If you caught him after
Three
Six
Nine
He’d look – is it his eyes or his hands that stop the shakes??
You’d hear him say
It’s not the drink he thirsts for
It’s a life of purpose
Somewhere he feels he lost himself
Or his way …
Now,
She makes her rounds
Cigarette in hand
She welcomes all the men from the city
And there’s a band on stage
Reminding you we’re all doing what we can …
And there’s the chosen golden few
Who smoke or drink outside
Believing they are somehow separate and different
But between the bars and the chord change
They feel their wheels spinning
As if to say hometowns and sin are something we all have in common
Like the broken artist
Writer
Poet
Bleeding out into his drink
To anyone who will listen
About a life he could have had
If he just had courage
And if we just had hearts
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Now we are rushed on time
Trying to get ahead
Only downtown
it’s already flooded
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My hands are tied
I need to get away
To the water
To the mountains
To a place in mind
Where I remember growing up
Though the memory isn’t too clear
They muddy the water
And the water keeps rising
I wish for more time
And I get sick in the gut
From writing the lines
Me me me
I and I and I
What is courage my son
But to eat when you are hungry
To sleep when you are tired
To know the Lord when you are hurting
To know the heart is right
If the heart is right
You don’t have to worry about the rest
But the holiness inside of us
Somewhere we forgot who we are
We don’t build and we don’t repair
The old places are in ruins
What an opportunity to rebuild

She said I am two different people
And she can see between the lines
God said the walls are coming down
And we are out of time

-E
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Poetry (beginnings)

What is poetry?
It is your beginnings …
It is understanding….
It is empathy for your brother and sister…
Not pity but empathy, a silent understanding and knowing…a shared experience that comes from living…
What is poetry?
It is your mother handing you a Bible and asking you to go outside and read a psalm and a proverb because you’re in a bad mood…
It is the way the dirt, the earth turns to powder (not dust) when chickens have scratched it there…
It’s gardens in the summer
And carrying buckets of water and fertilizer for the tomatoes and the handles cutting into your hands because they are so heavy…
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Poetry is your beginnings
It’s the stories that make us – us
It’s the love letters in the beginning
And the fights at the end
It’s the knowing when love arrives and when love has left the table
It’s struggling to make it
And it’s finally having enough bread …
It’s the food banks
It’s telling your story
And listening and watching for others story…they are always telling.
Poetry is your beginning
It’s the courage to continue
It’s humanity framed with art
It is us.
It is you.

-E

Peace like a River

30 for 30

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“When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll—
Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to know
It is well, it is well with my soul.”

  • Horatio Spafford

These words were penned around 1873
Horatio lost his business and a fortune in the Chicago fire of 1871 and his four year old son to scarlet fever … sending his wife and daughters on vacation across the Atlantic thinking it would be good to get away, their ship sank, killing over 200 people including his four daughters…
Later passing over the same spot…he penned these words…

“When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll—
Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to know
It is well, it is well with my soul.”

I want a gospel
That tells me
It is well,
Whatever my lot,
It is well,
In the good times,
It is well when I’m poor,
It is well, when I’m anxious and scared…
It is well…
It is well…
Whatever my lot…
It is well…
Not just on the top of the mountain but down here in the valley
In the place I’m in…
Peace…peace like a river…

-E
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The roots

30 for 30

nationalpoetrymonth

THE ROOTS
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My son
Know that there is
More than an app trap
Meme game
Quick rich scheme
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Stay away from shortcuts to happiness
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You work out your own purpose with struggle and pain …
Your own salvation before the lord.
There is an old way…
Way back …
It’s an old gospel
An old rugged cross …
An old hymn crying out in the wilderness
“It is well with my soul.”
This gospel got your ancestors through the dust bowl…
Through depressions
And recessions…
They built legacies and futures
Living on $10 dollars a week..
Their recipes are still good
Their prayers are still good
Their faith is still good…
This gospel is still good today…
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A gospel that sets the captive free
Baptized by fire
Filled with the Holy Spirit
Changed …
Where Samuel said
“As for me, far be it from me that I should sin against the LORD by failing to pray for you. And I will teach you the way that is good and right. But be sure to fear the LORD and serve him faithfully with all your heart; consider what great things he has done for you.”

Pray, pray for your family
Your community
Your children
Pray…

Build up leaders
Build a legacy…

And stand

With purpose that you have worked out before the Lord…

Tired of thirst and a life without purpose
And men who go missing
When Snapchat rings
And they leave their wives and children
Tired of lives unchanged
Tired of being in bondage
And depression
and self help saying
Everything is fine
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Build your life son
Pray
Be a steward
Nurture
Craft
Create
Walk in purpose and strength
And stand
Stand
In freedom
Stand
And let it be well with your soul

-E

The courage to continue

President Kennedy was living daily with so much pain, from his Addison’s disease and colitis, along with back pain from a deteriorating spine and back surgery, that it took over 12 medications and seven injections a day along with a back brace, just to keep him going …

He couldn’t even bend over to put his shoes on…

The fact that he even got out of bed was a miracle …

I often find my self thinking about how he projected youth and vitality and strength and change…

This ability to challenge people to be better…

He refused to wear an overcoat on his Inauguration Day

Needing to project youth and strength…

He understood probably better than any of us the power of images and what they do

And the power of

Media ….

This was before an assassination

And before America lost touch with itself

And lost faith in itself

We know how the story ends

We know all the things that he started

However he is forever fixed in our minds as he worked so hard to be fixed …

Young and filled with hope.

Change is something uncomfortable

Courage, Virtue and faith is something vital to our existence …

As Joan Didion said the center is not holding…

It seems we’ve lost ourselves

And our faith

We don’t trust even our own instinct

From my side of the mountain

After struggling with Crohn’s

Divorce

Moving and changing careers

Getting sober…

I can only say

I’m writing this on the side of new beginnings

And the shadows we fight against

Just within ourselves

The urge to run

To just forget about the cost

To just forget about the thing

To cop out…

The ability to rebuild yourself

To trust yourself

To reach for change

To stay true to your convictions

Is courageous in and of itself

But it is a future worth fighting for

Worth staying for

Worth getting up in the morning for …

So keep your hope

And build

Brick by brick

And line by line

Create a future

And a home

You would like your children to come home to…

Because it’s worth the fight

Even if you hide your shadows and your struggles

Your pain…

You can still build …

It is the courage to continue in the face of everything ….that counts…