Broken Promises

What is a promise? Is it
simply a wish one believes
will come true? Is there
any certainty?

What is it to be certain? Is it
to convince ourselves that we have
some knowledge of truth? Is there
any such thing?

What is faith? Is it
the whispered resistance of
a childless voice in the face of
all-consuming circumstance
despite the apparent knowledge that
providence
only foresees
misery?

What is the point when
well-wishes and
prayers for protection
f
a
l
l
short of
any reassurance?

What is a promise but
a lie laughed in the
face of
the deserving?

It was never a
promise; only ever
a fool’s hope.

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A Song for Marilyn and George

It has been ten years since my grandfather passed, and I cannot help but wonder at what he would think about how far I have come. So much has changed since I last saw him, and I can only hope I have walked a path similar to that which he wanted for me.

Perpetually Past Due

Grandparents seem to fall into one of two distinct groups: they can be unknowable entities that we are forced to visit through obligation; shriveled creatures who seemingly live on another plane of existence as relics of times gone by. Or, they can be loving mentors that support us and willingly give sage advice; human teddy bears who want to see us succeed in life and look forward to our accomplishments. I have been lucky enough to have the second type on both sides of my family. My maternal grandparents are still living to this day; this is my remembrance and tribute to the two no longer with us.

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Returning to Roots in Retrospect

Since I fall into the millennial generation, I use the verb “adulting” with a sly smile of irony whenever I do something like make a car payment or buy groceries. There was something else that made me feel like an adult this past weekend: I went to a housewarming party for a couple with whom I have been friends since high school. I am very good friends with the husband, and his wife and I get along well, but we have a bit of a past. Don’t worry, it wasn’t anything shady; I was just a jerk in high school.

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An Impromptu Blog Post: My Favorite Poem

As a brief beginning to letting you all know me better, I thought I would make a short post to introduce you to my favorite poem. It is called You are Tired (I Think) by E. E. Cummings. This poem is a comfort to me in times of exhaustion and uncertainty, and I have periodically spent time memorizing it every couple of years; I hope it can give you some solace as well.

You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.

Come with me, then,
And we’ll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understand!)

You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and—
Just tired.
So am I.

But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart—
Open to me!
For I will show you the places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.

Ah, come with me!
I’ll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
That floats forever and a day;
I’ll sing you the jacinth song
Of the probable stars;
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,
Until I find the Only Flower,
Which shall keep (I think) your little heart
While the moon comes out of the sea.

New site name: Perpetually Past Due

I posted about the change in direction of this blog on Friday, and many of you asked me to keep you posted as to the new site. I am planning on keeping everything together here, under the same domain name for the time being, but the site is now called Perpetually Past Due. My Twitter handle is now @PerpetualPastDu if you want to go give it a follow and the Facebook page has also been updated.

I look forward to sharing more content with you and will start with a new Music Monday post tomorrow! The featured photo is of my family at my sister’s wedding back in September. See? Told you it would get more personal!