faith in troubled times

it is good to be working again and being unemployed for seven months was certainly a trying time. it made the day to day of raising two little children difficult. it strained all of my relationships, most importantly, my most important relationship. but it is good to be working again and i feel like giving thanks to my wife for hanging in there when i was feeling low, when money was tight and when the stress level skyrocketed. and so i am giving thanks in the form of a poem, (unless you never read this in which case my poetry was just too, too bad.) i could never do this for some hallmark holiday but now? in the middle of march? with no birthdays or holy days in sight, well, tonight i can write...

faith, in troubled times

my flower, my friend
my ray of giddy sunshine in this place i call imperfection
you give me hope like a serum
like a shot of love to innoculate my world weary soul
you give me beer bongs of hope

my song, my lover
my breath of joyful air in this moment of truth and consequences
you inflate me like an airbag
like a jolt of oxygen to pump up my medulla obligated
you give my life animation

my companion, my poem

my funny little rock 'n' roller fronting our funky quartet

you guide me like a star

like a bic lighter of trust illuminating my night skies

i believe in you

my sparrow, my baby

you are the last sound my ears will ever hear
you are the most recent thing i ever needed
you let me give when i have nothing to offer
my heart is your heart is my heart