Hi Pops… I wrote this for poetry class today. I just wanted you to know that I won’t ever quit on you. I am a fighter and you’ve taken me this far. You won’t leave me stranded here now, will you? I hear you saying that you want me to play it cool… relax… don’t get worked up. I should know that you still have plans for me and for EPP, Inc. There is much work to do. Staying healthy is number one.
*** You’re doing great, Mar! Hang in there and know how proud I am of you! You are a trooper, so strong, and tenacious! You are doing great! Keep the good fight. Believe, love, laugh and enjoy because your next chapter is just around the corner. You are soooooo close! Try not to think so much or try to make it happen. Your Pops is in charge and God can’t fail! You are my Living Enterprise… we’re just in the construction phase now, but so very soon we’ll be open for business!
Cheers, Mar!
Love you and I love your poem!
Hugs
~yo daddy, the God of the Universe… Almighty Father who is in control of all things… so have no fear! I’m right here!
Give Up?
Unsure if I should call him to go with me this time,
I had a feeling it wouldn’t go well.
You never know- loving and good?
The opposite?
The car was warm inside,
heated seats in the luxury automobile with
two hours plus to go.
I didn’t know what I would encounter.
Never do.
We got to Exit 4,
crossing the border to
our Indiana destination.
Everything was going well so far.
He behaved himself.
Not evil- but good.
I pumped the gas and went in.
He asked me to buy some Fritos,
and I bought what I drove an hour to get.
Returning happily to the parking lot,
we continued back home.
“Will you say a prayer?”
I asked again…
“Won’t you just mention it to God for me?”
I asked the last time… a third request.
A beggar, it seemed at his repeated refusals.
Dad said, “God probably thinks you’ll go crazy if you win.”
I squeezed the beige leather hand rest,
Crumpling the fresh printed ticket in my hand.
“He knows what’s best for you.” He added.
I clenched my teeth
so as not to say something I regret.
In the background constantly
cycling Good-Evil, Evil-good,
makes me dizzy.
Then back for another round,
my head about to explode.
Not wishing this on my worst enemy.
Even Doctor Wiz can’t help.
I’m just a puff in the air,
any sane person would give up
such a fantastical dream.
Driving home
I wondered how much longer
I will have to wait to
start the next chapter.
I wondered if
Sham-Rock Studios…
The studio where music heals and
dreams come true,
would ever become
a reality.
I wondered when,
finally,
God may step in with His
Powerful Love,
commencing
the age of the miraculous through music.
I wondered when
every man woman and child
will know Him as their
loving father-
knowing fully the extent
of His love and mercy first hand,
warming hearts to faith.
I wondered
about all the plans He has…
can He still use me?
With a divine investment from God,
I’d finally know the truth:
I’d finally be assured that this
dream
He put into my heart
is not just some
symptom of mental illness;
delusions of grandeur.
Faith took me this far-
I can’t quit now.
As the sunset shone bright
through the windshield and into my eyes,
I struggled,
holding back a cascade of
frustration in tears.
I won’t give up,
even though gambling by God’s lead
sounds so strange- even to me.
Yet still,
for over a decade,
I play along.
I won’t give up,
I just pray that I don’t mess up
any plans He may have.
Father God,
Please don’t give up on me.