Wish Upon A Moment

Wish Upon A Moment

We walked along the sidewalk,
only one thing on my mind,
I wondered if she knew my wish,
and whether she’d respond in kind.
We loitered on in silence,
as the butterflies made a home,
but my heart’s yearning cried out,
I could not limit passion to roam.
So I turned to her beautiful face,
and basked in her glistening eyes;
I knew this was the moment,
that I’d surmount the Everest high.
“What’s the matter,” she asked,
as my cheeks blushed bright red pale.
“Nothing important,” I replied,
and continued walking along,
in my secret fairy tale.

Copyright ©2002-2012 Daniel Anthony Fowler

My Friend

My Friend

I trip and you steady me.
I weep and you comfort me.
I smile and you grin back at me.
I run and you catch up to me.
I forget and you refresh me.
I retreat and you finish the battle for me.
I anger and you restrain me.
I tremble and you support me.
I sin and you reproach me.
I worry and you assure me.
I love and you warn me.
I hate and you love me.
When the world is against me, I know I am not alone.
If it was not for you, I could never withstand.
I continue to persevere, for you are near me.
Thank you for your presence,
Thank you for your patience,
And thank you for your persistence.
Thank you, for being my friend.

Copyright ©2002 Daniel Anthony Fowler

Guilty Conscience

Guilty Conscience

It’s often times that I wonder
where my heart stands, here or yonder.
Whether I love the things around me,
or persist that His will is my primary.

The path that I follow is circular,
but its center is solely only secular.
I’m confident in God as my foundation,
but my worry lies with my cremation.

I’m concerned too much with romancing,
and who I will take to go dancing,
though I know that these things, when added,
will summarize failure combatted.

The choice is simple, I know,
so why do I slip as I go?
Surely God will shed me His mercy,
for weak is the devil that curse me.

Copyright ©2002 Daniel Anthony Fowler

Opening Night

Tonight’s the night
when your throat swells tight,
your breath falls short,
your costumes don’t fit right.

Tonight’s the night
friends will surely mock,
your hair’s utter chaos,
your knees nervously knock.

Quality is demanded,
perfection from each night;
it’s subtly commanded;
it solicits stage fright.

Hiding from view
behind glamour and grace,
lingers that time-tried spew:
“Get those nerves off your face!”

From backstage, a call:
“Everyone take your place!”
You’re not ready at all!
Just breathe, steady pace.

Silently whispered lines
across a tongue of cotton,
but then the spotlight shines!
And all these worries, forgotten.

Because tonight’s the night
when your smile will glow,
your beauty stun
and passion show.

Tonight’s the night
you’ll become like a star,
Creator-made,
perfect just as you are.

Nothing else compares,
not applause, not stares,
when you dance for your Savior,
who loves you, who cares.

Tonight’s the night
audiences will applaud,
but you know what they don’t:
it’s not you, but God.

© 2011 Daniel Anthony Fowler

Girl dancing

Case Study: How to Cheat Inevitable Death

Tonight I was reminded that the only inevitability in life is death. In youth, we don’t think about death because it seems infinitely distant. We convince ourselves that it is a myth, that like every other decision we make, we can continue having life if we choose to. All we have to do is keep living as we always have. For every game over, there is always a reset button.

But tonight, eternal life escaped me. I remembered how, of the billions of people that have been born on this earth, ever since time began and before history was written down, none has survived. Death is inescapable.

[this blog entry was not recovered in full after the Fowlertown blog crash of 2011]

Enlightenment

[Here's some teen angst for you from my high school days...]

Dedicated to the female race.

You want respect;
you long for a gentleman.
You plead for hospitality,
and yearn for companionship.

You wish for true love,
and seek a true friend.
You cry out for a shoulder
that will not forsake you…
or your tears.

You hypocrite!

You love the dreadful
and cherish the uncaring!

You choose those who touch,
who stare, and who brag!
Those who take advantage
and walk shamelessly away!

Your hypocrisy makes you ignorant!
You scorn those with true hearts,
who love, respect, listen and comfort,
for they are unworthy.

You search yet are blind.

©2004-2010 Daniel Anthony Fowler