Truth Is Love Is

 Old Man’s Waltz

I used to think life was precious—

how could it not be? The ones I’ve loved, gone now,

proved it to me a thousand ways.

I used to think life was sacred, and the act of bringing it forth,

like dawn spilling light, would reveal all the world’s secrets.

It was all I needed to know, once.

But now, here, older and foolishly wiser,

I see through my cracked lenses, my weathered hands—

what I never knew then, what I held but never understood.

Those souls I loved, each precious as a newborn star,

loved me too. And in that loving—oh, yes, that radiant return—

they became something more,

something beyond breath or heartbeat,

and now that they are gone, even as dust in the winds of time,

they’re no less sacred. Their lives, that once glowed warm,

it wasn’t their life force that kept me in their orbit—

no, it was something deeper, some hard kernel of truth,

some pure shard of love.

Love! Yes, love—true and tender, unbreakable and binding.

It is the secret truth.

It stands alone, a rare gem, hard to unearth, so simple when held up to light.

Few words can contain it; fewer still can mar its shine.

It is the lamp that parts shadows, driving out darkness,

the balm that heals wounds only silence has named,

and the spark that stirs hearts brave enough to believe.

It’s a flame that flares against lies,

a thorn in the heart of those who deny.

And here, in this truth I finally know:

life—our common breath, so fragile, so brief,

so fleeting as morning mist upon a river’s edge.

We are born, and we live, and we die; soon, even memory lets us slip away.

It is not this thin thread of life that we pass on to our children,

but the love of it, the sacred charge to cherish it, to hold it close.

For love—love, not life—is what is precious, what is special,

what makes all this living worthy of the ache it brings.

Oh, foolish old men like me, who learn this too late!

What wisdom only the grave can teach—

and by then, the lesson complete, we close our eyes to this truth:

that in the end, love is all that we carry forward,

all that lasts beyond our last breath

Truth is God’s Not Alone

 If you believe the Bible and don’t mean as in literal interpretation of everything there in, but as the Word of God. Closely reread Genesis and tell me there are not multiple references to their being other gods than our Creator. He says he made man like us. Us? He said let us make man in our image. Us? Our? God said Behold, the man has become like one of us, to know good and evil. Us! Who is God talking to here? His wife? We know he made man in his own image both male and female. We know this as the fall of man, but is it not the rise of man. To, as the serpent said, be as gods and know of good and evil. Truth is God is not alone. He is our God. The Creator. But truth be known, there are other gods. Little g. 

Truth Is, Joy Will Happen if You Let It

Truth Is, You No Longer Have to Carry That With You

Truth Is, You Can Get There From Here

It’s dangerous out their.

Truth is, it’s dangerous out there. My wife shared the news University of Maryland football player died while training and the coach is under investigation for harsh behavior.

My father played football at Maryland back in the 50s. Won a Sugar bowl actually. He knew all about harsh treatment from coaches and commanding officers. 

I too played college football and can attest to the brutality and physicality of such a career. Abuse from coaches, however, I am uniquely qualified to share my experience. Physical fitness, conditioning, working out, 2 a days, drills, practice, scrimmage, stretching, weight training, physical therapy, all to become bigger, faster, stronger than the other guy. A coach that can inspire and motivate you to push way beyond your normal tolerance and still keep your trust is a very special person. Prized. I only had a few. But thank God for them. 

I knew a couple coaches who just plain got off on working his players nearly to death.

Truth is, its dangerous out there. 

Truth is, it’s possible

You are blessed and highly favored. That you are here reading this is truly a miracle. Everything you have ever done, every experience you have ever had has brought you to this moment prepared to do what’s next. Every thought you have ever had, every insight, every inspiration has grown in you a the power to imagine what is possible. Truth is, our history and experience has mostly taught us what we can not do. Our experience is often something we must overcome. When we look back it is easy to remember our failure, so easy to feel the disappointment. Looking back at our mistakes helps us to learn how not to make those same mistakes again, but may be devastating if it makes us quit trying. We must not relive our mistakes rather we should create our successful future today by knowing one thing; it’s possible. If you can think it you can do it. Knowing it’s possible fuels the imagination. Your imagination will show you the way.