Pizza Break

The natural gas flame flickers blue amidst the fake fire.  The tree, a mess from a 2-year old’s desire.  A piece of a chewed-up decoration appears underneath,  the chair covered in fur, and what’s this, a skewed piece of wreath?  The smell of broccoli and eggs fills the air,  As a child is screaming “Uh, no, not over there.” A wife trying to get in a few exchanges on a SIMS game  While dad stands awaiting the latest TV fame.  A lower-middle class all snug in their house,  while visions on Food Network dance all about.  Mom in her gym pants and me wearing shorts  have just settled in from a work day of sorts.  The feeling is rest, but no rest will be had,  The child is upset and dare I say it, being bad?  What can this family do but appreciate the time,  all that is left is an hour till 9.  Bed is at 8:30 and the night lingers on,  it’s hard to appreciate, but when we do...

Pain and sacrifice oftentimes go hand in hand. Now, I am no expert on pain for I have done whatever I could in life to avoid it. I run from conflict. I manipulate situations to ease the initial blow. I have a tendency to justify my own behaviors no matter how blatant so that it doesn't sound so bad. I have mistakes in my past that when retold can be said in such a way where observers can agree, "Well, you probably had to." Sadly, I know better now. For some gift of insight, I have always known. Jealous of others whom got to look past themselves and didn't over-analyze their actions or further inward, their intent. I was always aware of mine. Even as a youth, picking on my brothers, bullying them for my own entertainment. I knew I was dissatisfied with myself and the external stimuli of a brother's frustrations was entertainment, a distraction, for a little while at least. When picking on my brothers wasn't available, or enough, food then became the autom...

Just one question needs to be asked, “Is he there God?” For the answer to that question needs no more explanation. If he is there, in heaven, then all worries and concerns for him are no more. He is not “resting at peace” as we say here on Earth, he is higher than we can comprehend, more joyous than a human mind is capable of, more elated, relaxed, pleasured all at the same time, than our neurons could process. Though we might miss him here, with us, he does not, he is happier where he is, what he is doing, and time and sadness no longer make any sense to him. Any sentiments are our worldly bodies talking. Just like a room we have never been in, we cannot fathom what it is like. Yes, we could compare it to other rooms, similar rooms, make inferences, but we will not in fact know the actual room. Though, Heaven isn’t a room, nor a place like we imagine here on Earth, it is better and therefore unfathomable. God is not another person either, he is supernatural in all of us, in-between us...