Poem, Spider Web

The first strand of the spider web

Caught my eye when it glistened in the sun.

The lightest puff of air stretched this delicate strand,

And sunlight danced back and forth along its span.

How fortunate to notice this tiny bit of nature.

So fragile, yet it beckons my attention with such strength.

Sometimes the highlights of our lives

Begin as such delicate threads of thought,

Like a whisper of our inner voice.

Then to really pay attention and reexamine

Purpose stretching thin,

Hopeful a glimpse of joy may follow in the end.

Now I contemplate the spanning time

From where I was and where I am glad to be.

In the center of my web.

© Rick Wyman

Poem, Waiting For Healing

Waiting for healing to catch up to my wishes.

Spending long days breathing slow and shallow,

Recalling days before the painful emergency.

Today I want to gain years beyond what some expect.

This life I have been saving, is to share,

With the family we made from love.

Prayers for decades together,

Holding hands each morning with God listening.

Forever has a whole new meaning.

© Rick Wyman 7/19/2021

Poem, I Choose To Be Here

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Though death has sought me

Several times at least.

I’ve prevailed as my will has possessed my strength

I’ve not let death decide my end,

While my decisions, and God

Have provided me a home on earth.

The distance to heaven is but a blink or Continue reading

Twisted Path to the Present Moment

The moments in my life that have altered my direction of pursuit are much more in number than I would have ever guessed. Timing would have to be perfect for me to be where I am now. The cliché, “You play the cards you were dealt”, adds a bigger excuse or perhaps a larger understanding of why life does what it does.

I’ve read many books and articles about manifesting what we want in life. In my own experience, I have manifested many things, and I didn’t realize it until they were in the present moment. Looking back, I can now see how they were the start of a sequence of events that put me where I am now.

When I was a senior in high school I was preparing to be launched into the adult world by both my education, and my parents. My mother’s famous quote was, “I hope the hell you don’t think you’re going to live here the rest of your life, Buster!” My high school reputation was a mixed persona. I frequently got into fights and was a supporter of the underdog. This often put me in the position of body guard for the weaker person being threatened or harassed, and I didn’t take much grief from anyone who challenged me either. I also was a loner most of the time which led people to form opinions about me without really knowing me.

On the other hand, I was hard working and liked to write, especially poetry. Oddly enough, my dislike for the mundane practice lessons in typing class led me to having a book of poetry published. (I’ll tell you that story later!) It seemed very unusual to have so much positive attention, and it inspired in me a want for more education, but at the time I felt college was out of my reach.

Nearing the end of high school, graduation only a couple of weeks away, there was one incident that turned out to be unexpectedly life changing.  My class was the first to graduate from a newly built school, and on this particular day, a newspaper reporter was talking to our principal about the new school building we had been attending for the past six months. They were walking around the not yet landscaped grounds and discussing the plans in progress. I was watching, and noticed the principal reprimand a male and female student for holding hands while leaning on each other and talking during lunch break. It appeared harmless to me and everyone around, and his comments in front of the reporter were humiliating to them. For some reason, it really got to me. I thought it was unnecessary and demeaning, and I felt he owed them an apology for choosing to embarrass them in front of the reporter.

I decided to take it upon myself to straighten him out, and waited until lunch break was over and went to the school secretary. I remember being really upset, and felt determined to find the principal and tell him I felt it necessary he apologize to the two students. Noticing my clenched fists and angry look, the secretary Continue reading

Poem, The Trail We Crossed

Soft pine carpet

Where birds silently land

And gentle rain disappears

My love beside me

Beneath a towering canopy

Of green shade

A place of heavenly rest

Of warm hope for future dreams

The brook speaks in a calming voice

The trail we crossed

Stopped here so our minds could wander

Love within and beauty in view

This place of spaciousness

Contains the things to give me passage

To look beyond this day

And turn memories into smiles of contentment

And wishes into tomorrow’s happiness

© Rick Wyman