Baby.

Nacho (Chip) Xavier Watson.

Sorry...

I've checked my mail
Quite a few times
To see if he has left
A similar response to mine

I hate waiting
When a discussion is hanging in the air
All this sitting and thinking
Assumes me to wonder the answer I fear

I am terribly sorry...

rest

Solitude with words on paper and walks with nature give time alone to my soul.

Memories...

I gave her the memories of my past
Although she was not there
Now when I reflect back
There is no memories to share

I gave her pictures
Of her little girl
The one she promised
But was unable to keep the word

My father I feel for now
When there is no visual memory in sight
The only ones he has left
Are the ones in his mind

When I am older
What will my children say
When they ask about my childhood
And I have no response at bay

I will keep my children's memories
So they can share all of their stories, unlike me
For me it's not so much the past as it is the future
Because I can't change the cards I was given
I can only lay my hand down
Thanks to Jesus for my Salvation
To Him I will give my crown

Forgiveness

"Forgiveness is giving up all hope of having had a different past." Anne Lamott

She left his house feeling nothing
Only the shame on her lips
Complicating her life with alcohol and indiscretion
Slowly losing the faith she had to gain that empty something



She liked feeling like she had her life together
With money, men, nice clothes, and material
When reality hit, it left her life in pieces
That is when she cried out to Jesus



One heated moment
With the fire in his eyes
Slowing falling with him together
That one solitary night



Morning came
She said hello to regret
When she awoke to find
The one who "loved"her had left






She liked feeling like she had her life together
With money, men, nice clothes, and material
When reality hit, it left her life in pieces
That is when she cried out to Jesus







The rain came from the sky and her eyes
She was a walking contradiction when she examined her "faith" and her life
Surely, she thought, if this is the "good" life: my partying career
Why do I feel so empty inside, when His voice I can hear

Hypocrisy dies when we shed our masks and become real
Weakness is shown when we give in to what we feel
Strength is found in Salvation alone
Because when we stand with Jesus
We stand strong

Once

Beautiful once
In the Sun’s golden rays
December now
The warmness has fade












Hello barren season
You greeted me with frost
Tossing and turning me in the wind
Until all my petals were lost



Alas Spring's sun of renewal will Shine
I will once again wake up to find
A new season of beauty
That I will claim as mine

Sonnet 17

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms, but carries itself in the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

"Sonnet 17" by Pablo Neruda