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Jeff Bresee Feb 16
Two birds left the nest after they had learned to fly,
setting off to find what the world has got to give.
Each had what it takes to ascend into the sky,
but each bird also had different reasons why they lived.

One lived a life to soar above, his days spent in the air.
The other lived to gather in and build a stable home.
One was carefree enjoying daily views beyond compare.
The other busy always finding better sticks and stones.

As time went on, the bird who soared had many tales to tell,
all his adventures often were the envy of the cast.
But time, it never stops so when his final moments fell
he was alone when he slipped silently into the past.

The bird who built a home found love and raised a family.
He spent his days so busy, with his daughters and his sons.
From time to time he thought of all the views he didn’t see.
But he thought it was worth it, for he knew when he was done

he’d leave a heritage behind. Those who would carry on,
a family and a legacy to stand the test of time.
Now time has passed, this tale has since become an old folk song,
something that we can sing as we consider and align

the choices that we make with what we want to get from life.
It is true our lives are nothing but the choices that me make.
They add up to what is to us - the sharp edge of the knife.
So, make your choices carefully, I plead for goodness' sake.
Jeff Bresee Feb 16
I sometimes sit awake at night
unsure what I should do,
swimming through my thoughts
yeah, all the worries of the day.
I guess I like the solitude,
although I’m feeling blue
there in the quiet moonlight
softly, God opens the way.

In dim of night he reassures,
a peace rests in the air.
The things I want to worry of,
they simply melt away,
replaced by visions of what most times
I am unaware.
It makes me want transcend time
and in that moment stay.

But soon it’s time for sleep,
in parting, God assures one thing -
that amidst all the toil and strife
he’ll be returning soon.
I drift off without care of what
the next day’s going bring,
blessed by what I felt and learned…
by the light of the moon.
Jeff Bresee Feb 16
Who knows
how many
layers
over
generations
have been
used.

Sprayed on,
and caked on,
and smeared on
thick
for the purpose
of covering
the truth.

Oh ye who
through the ages
have done this,
though
your layers
be deep,
know this -

that the truth
will break though.
Not a thing
you can do.
For all
of the truth
is his.
Jeff Bresee Feb 16
You wished upon a star
and got left out in the rain.
You gave it all your heart
and it just got broke again.

Oh… It just got broke again.

You dressed unto the nines,
now I guess he’ll never see.
You painted a whole world, clearly it
is not meant to be.

Not meant to be.
Oh… not meant to be.

He let you down again
now you’re sick of this pain,
from Baltimore to somewhere
should you get onto that train?

Oh… get on to that train.
Oh… get on to that train.
Oh… get on to that train.
Jeff Bresee Feb 16
Daddy, spend some time with me,
it’s all I really need.

It doesn’t have to be that much,
let’s go do simple things.

Help me remember times back when
I was a little girl,

when you called me your princess doll,
back when you used to twirl

me round and round. You’d tossed me high,
just simply having fun.

So, Daddy let’s go be carefree,
make me feel I’m the one

who’s still your princess doll.
Yeah, let’s go spend a little time,

pretending like forever
I am yours and you are mine.
Jeff Bresee Feb 16
We never seem to line things up.
Why is it such a fight?
We circle round and round again
but nothing turns out right.
We spread our wings into the wind
both self-emerged in flight,
but all we end up being is…
birds passing in the night.
Jeff Bresee Feb 16
I thought to change one hair tonight
from white to black, atop my head.
It seemed a try would be alright
while lying here upon my bed.
 
I called out to the powers that be
in all their forms amidst the sky,
but nothing changed at all for me
though I had given my best try.
 
I guess it’s human nature
to control the things at hand.
To try and make sure everything
works out the way you planned.
 
We swear upon by the heavens
and it brings down all the rain.
We swear upon the earth and find
it only leads to pain.
 
We swear upon our heads and find out
just how much we lack,
for we cannot so much as make...
one white hair turn to black.
 
... Ref Matthew 5:33-36
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