Locals

If winter is cold and empty

Summer

Is fire in the blood

Bourbon on the lips

Out here

On these mountains

Where the dust settles

In the valley

Like the floor of the churches

Along the tracks in your hometown

We learned

About fire raining down burning the alter and the dirt around it

Survivalism is our anthem

Overcoming

Is what we are

And we didn’t have much

But it was enough

authenticity is learned

Like intimacy

And truth

She teaches herself

How to live

How to overcome

How to be anything

And you are earth

Grounded

She is sky

Higher than

What they are selling

She’s ok with the finer things

She’s ok with the little things

She’s always growing

Alright

You have to keep going

You have to keep growing

You have to understand

Anything can change

Anything can happen

There’s no rules

summer

On the mountain

It used to be the kind of

Thing

You were carefree

Trains on the track

Gas in the Datsun

You were and you weren’t

Time after time

It’s alright

We become as we grow

Fire in her eyes

Lonely isn’t empty

You get knocked out

Broke down

Let down

Time after time

You build yourself back

You build yourself back

You pour out the bitter

You cut out the root

You keep growing back

Like these mountains

Like these roads

Only local understands

You continue

She continues

You continue

We continue

Go

-E

Regardingsamuel.com

The Works of Man

The bible says somethin’ about the Holy Spirit leaving the earth near the last days…how hard it is for man after that.

That’s what I thought of when I saw her…

Her face was black and not even blue, just broken and taped back together…

She couldn’t even wince from the pain of walking, she was stiff like our grandfather…and stood like a crow bar.

She was 25.

When we left the hospital, we went to get her things. From the garbage excuse of a trailer, he was supposed to be at work…

But I guess that’s how these things and men and the way of young love goes…

They’re accountable for nothing…not even an 11 dollar an hour job.

I remember her clothes had black patches of sweat and mold in them.

They smelled of cigarettes

The kitchen table was dirty from the residue.

The place smelled of that smell you only get from a broken refrigerator…

I opened it just to make sure ,

There in the center of all that rotten was last nights box of take out…

“Ugh What the hell…”

I had to find the bathroom and quick

There were holes in the wall all the way down the hall…I turned in to wash my face….

The shower was black and molded

The water was off…

I kicked the lid to the toilet open

Before I started vomiting

It hit me in the face like a train

No water

Packed full of shit

——

Why the hell did she stay here?

He kicked her around and around

——-

He came stumbling in angrier than a starved dog…

Knife in his hands

Gun in his belt

I grabbed the knife by the blade and kicked him across the room

He took off in his car, but didn’t make it far…

He wrestled for a while with the locals and kicked a few down

He drew his gun

And started cursing about my sister and how he owned her

There was a fence he had crashed into

A tamping pole or rod leaning against it

I picked it up and ran it through his foot

“Shut up for once in your life.”

He cried all the way to jail.

I kept thinking about that verse

All of her hurts

Why men do what we do

And what kind of man

Can live with that?

Maybe it’s a different kind of evil…

My father killed men in the war

And his father too

I thought about that as I set another charge on a tree.

——

He was spitting and cursin’ as we brought him down in the thicket.

“You can’n’t kill me! They’re gunna fine out ‘bout it! Yew stupid idgit! She’s MINE I will have what’s MINE!

Married before GOD and everybody ! “

“Oh I’m not going to kill you…God might…but I won’t …the wolves might…but me? I’m just going to hurt you…if you die…it’s up to a higher power than me…now the sheriff, he’s gonna think you ran again, You know, like you did my sister…when you made her run and you played your little hunting games?….you better run…”

I raised my gun…and the headlights…

He made it a few paces I guess…

The last I heard were some obscenities

Then I charged the blasts

the trees exploded around him

I thought about her and the Holy Ghost and the war and the 4th of July…

The Dustbowl

Let hell be barred

His saved ones

Know his voice

And he calls them by name….

Somewhere

In the deepest darkest corners

Of the mind

We’ve lost ourselves

And an entire generation

We’ve been so lost

With politics

Politicians

What is truth?

Suddenly faith

Becomes stranger than fiction

Four years flies by and we forget how to think

God forbid I fail to pray for you

We say Jesus could never be!

He was murdered, he was a good man, well meaning, but he died.

We forget the earth trembled to take him…

We forget the power…of the blood…

We forget that he was not relaxing

Writing a memoir for those three days…

He was in hell…

Taking the keys ….

Jesus said,

In case you forget,

“I freely lay down my life.”

Let that sink in

“And so I am free to take it up again. No one takes it from me. I lay it down of my own free will. I have the right to lay it down; I also have the right to take it up again. I received this authority personally from my Father.”

We want something that feels good

We want something that looks good

But meanwhile the world is confused and burning

Because no one is standing in the gap

Reaching across the breach

Shaking them lose

We have no Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednegos

who are cast into the furnace but do not burn

We have no Elijah

Praying

So there is no

fire of the LORD to fall and burn up the sacrifice, the wood, the stones and the soil, and the water in the trenches…

There has got to be someone

in this land

Who like Dietrich Bonhoeffer

Understands

It’s the world we leave for our children

And

“If you board the wrong train, it is no use running along the corridor in the other direction.”

There is a faith

A calm assurance like David and Jonathan, saying perhaps God will give us favor today…

“I know in whom I have believed, and am fully persuaded that he is able to keep that which I have committed unto him against that day.”

We want what we want and we want it now.

We want to talk about the end times

But we haven’t even got enough oil. To make it past noon…

Let Hell be barred, God be right and Everyman a liar. Give us someone with a fire in their bones.

God spoke and put flesh on dry bones ,

Supplied enough for the Israelites in the desert and lead them with a pillar of fire…

But we can’t even wear a mask.

And we think we are prepared

For such a time as this

We think we are ready

For such a time as this

We get so angry

Over religion

And politics

And

We have all our faith in one man

In Washington

And expect him to meet us where we are and fix this nation….

Maybe it’s not Washington

Maybe it’s not school

Maybe it’s not suicide

Maybe it’s not streaming

Maybe it’s not social media

Maybe it’s not your parents

Or your zip code

Or your salary

Maybe it’s because once upon a time

In Steinbeck’s dustbowl there was a people that knew his voice and could not be moved

And they were his saved ones

And he provided a way….

You can’t hit a target you can’t see…

But you can get up and start walking

And God can provide enough light

For just the next step

And that will make the journey…

God told Samuel to stop mourning….

And he anointed David….

But it was another ten years before he became king…at the age of 30…

Your chapter is not your story.

Maybe the same God that caused a great bang and split the atom and bled the universe that is still expanding

And lay down his life just to raise it up again after wrestling the serpent in hell for three days….to claim victory over the sting of death…

Who turns and looks upon you when you pray ….

The same God that called David

The same God

Who prayed until his sweat became blood….

He is preparing something better…

But we can’t function without WiFi

And we want to put our trust in politicians

And we want to put our trust in systems that fade away

And we want what we want

And we don’t even know what that is

But we want it right now….

I have faith, lord, help our unbelief….

Tea

Not all tea is the same
My friends in the UK
They drink you,know
Warm tea
I had an argument
For three days
With another friend
Regarding
Whether or not
Our sweet tea is actually
Hydrating us
Or dehydrating us
Because
You know
You hear things
And read things

I lost that argument
It is about the same
As water
So raise a glass

I ran into a guy
At McDonald’s today
And we started talking about sweet tea
and how not everyone
Knows about sweet tea
He told me this story

“I was working with a nuclear plant
In he 90s and we had to go up to Green Bay. We asked for sweet tea and they took our order and came back with a tray…
seventeen different teas
I said “no ma’am sweet tea.”
And she said ” I don’t understand”
I said “dear god we’ve passed the Mason Dixon”

It was like this several places until
Finally we found this one
And they were great
They came out
And asked us
“How do you make your tea? We will make it for you.”
So we told them
Six Lipton tea cup size
Two cups of sugar
And all that
And they finally got it right
We drank for the next six weeks
Six gallons a day

when we left the owner said
“You guys really drink this stuff!!
never have I used so much sugar.how are you not dead?”
And I just laughed and said
‘Hey my granddad lived until he was 108 and he drank that recipe every day of his life …ain’t nothing in the world wrong with it.’

That’s the story of sweet tea

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4th of July

Today we celebrate freedom
We’ve heard a lot of opinions on freedom this week .
Where our nation was, where its going .
I remember when tornadoes wrecked the south ……we lost everything . People I knew , couldn’t finish a sentence for weeks …they were trapped in a horrific moment in their mind . They would just stop and stare blankly ….I finally just started taking their shopping list and helping them get what they needed .
We rebuilt …over time …we rebuilt ourselves . That’s what freedom is to me . Being able to see where you are …where you want to be and getting there .

I don’t have all the answers ….no ..don’t mistake this for that .
I’ve been working since I was six
When I was sixteen I got tired of handing my paycheck to my dad and living on potatoes …so I started buying food instead ( maybe he wouldn’t notice ).

Life is not about money
It’s not about things
It’s not about security
Stuff happens
It’s about being free to live the life you choose
I’ve worked out my salvation with fear and trembling
But I struggle with depression
I’m 24 but I feel like I’m 40
I wanted to be in arts
But I’m in business
Life happens
But I have the ability to live and grow
To determine where I’m going to be
Life is out there all around us
To me
It’s about people
Helping people
And taking care of those you love
Living and growing
And never settling
So on this day
When we celebrate freedom
I just couldn’t help thinking about all of us who say we are free
But live in slavery
Slavery to fear
Health
Abuse
Verbal and mental even physical
There’s all kinds of slavery and abuse
Today
I salute those who have broke free from these things that hold us
May we all live free .