SET APART

A Disciple now, awake each early mor'n

    for our hearts must seek Truth

To whom else can we turn?

Or else we earthbound

    reach for a loosed handle

And the world beat our dust

    off scarred up, worn out sandals

Daily we now surrender

    our will to You alone

Humble heart instead choosing

    to lean into the unknown

A simple act of faith

    in spite of fear, done today

We ascend into Chirst

    proof that You are The Way

  

To become an experience of God for God

    prayerfully we must strive

Gracefully accepting

    HIS predetermined life

Our God of second chances

    reconciles life anew

Rejoice my sisters' and brothers'

    Love Lives INSIDE of you

Once dubbed Valley O’Hearts Delight
 begat Shockley’s transistors

a silicon birthright

The Farm seeding

 ventures to be 
computing solutions the fruit of HP

NeXT Jobs and The Woz
  thought differently
Macintosh truly an extension of me

iPhoney friends only in numbers grow
 #Quantifed-self a friend or a foe?

Crowdsourced solutions IS Valley 3.0h

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... submitted contest entry; Poetry

Center San Jose - Poetry on the Move.

GRATEFUL

Grateful for this day born
 Stirred awake to early mor'n
Once cut from a mothers cord
 New bonds shapened - take worldly form

Love Struck - maternal - in early years
 Nourished, protected from uncertain fears
Your hand swept-up each fallen tear


Set afoot away from home
 Heading not your plan - life unfolds
At stake the virtue of my soul
 Cleaved away my flesh from bone

Deep inside - a still small voice is heard
 Righted now by your word
Forsaken not by The One
 Reborn anew unto Your Son

Wide is the Gate
 for those who take
a view kaleidoscope

When beliefs are a plenty
  we forsake The One
Who gave all creation hope

The Secret is not innocent
 deception with malintent 
Such wide paths take a great toll
 Ballast shifts within a pure soul



An Examined Life
 reveals through our strife
whom truly worship do we

In times of duress
 I still must confess
The mess I had made out of me



Our Father does know
 in our hearts what we sow
T'was not He alone whom I sought

Neither did I manifest
 prosperity when times seemed best
Seek of He at present I stopped

I gave Him no mind
 let go of the vine
A spiritual malady
 to pursue only salary
And trample upon
 any thought of religion

Pride exclaimed it was all about me...
 

Yet sorrows seasons
 usurps the unreasoned
reduced to meakness was thee

Then He gathered up
  this black sheep amok
our fruit now fallen and bruised

Made Whole - Yes RESTORED
 Pure Love He Outpours
Thank God for Heavens Good News!

UNITED

Windows - Water - Time

I watched and wondered before
~ a window's slice of time
to adventures beyond that seen
~ embrace what could be mine

because reflection felt unclean
~ a certain present, i had not
idealized a future dream
~ fortune, acclaim i sought

I leaned deeper into the sill
~ inner voice a murmur
unwanted thoughts anew grew ill
~ fogging vision further

Along creek beds skipping stones
~ slow waters crystal clear
The quite stirs - unsettles rocks
~ view clouded now through tears

Currents push memories along
~ like the leaves submerge in shallows
Patiently await vision from God
~ whom alone I seek to follow

His narrow path toward us does bend
~ when eyes and thoughts held tall
His creation peace and grace does lend
~ when upon our knees we fall...

i know not of
 my earthly father's mind
or why his faith life
 had worn blind
heart broken by years of strife
 he knew not The Way - The Truth - The Life

a village named Depok
  journey began
weaving three continents
 across which he spanned

fifth of nine kids
 amidst 2nd world war
fire fights - unspoken battles
 violence de jour

prison camp survivor
 living hell on earth
savaged by warriors
 devalued human worth

by 19 - a dad to three
 fugitive in Freisland
an Indonesian escapee
 
here a new love
 thought he had found
two families and now four children
 young lives came unwound 

geographic relocation
  opposed two distant shores
sons and daughters now separate
 through healing - restored

Hoboken, yup, Jersey
 Mitch_Again next - he'd not stop
settled down in west oakland
 wasn't much yet a lot!

a trained electrician, thanks Dutch PT and T
 doggedly earn a hi-tech Double E
in oTown shipyards
 earn'n dollahs - scrubbing floors
language barriers he'd break down
 ambition held back never more

lifting cable, back broken
 slowed by pain - surgeons knife
in EPA a belly grows
  in '62 - i'm alive

American Dream on Susan Way
  1226 targeted acquire
suburban bliss - so it seemed
 achieved a long held desire

a New Year Baby
  dad served as the consummate host
upwardly mobile design engineer
 outward expressions?  a frequent toast!
Lincoln Conti with back doors suicide - so he'd boast
mink coats and live band parties
 impressed we least the most
 
unmet needs and wounds unhealed
 toll began from him to take
a BRAND NEW house in Orchard City
 start fresh AGAIN were forced to make


dad finally tipped his hand
 summer's end of 72
introduced us two youngest sons
  of daughters he'd long knew

he loved us all that summer whence
 his heart shown nearly full bloom
A decade later his eldest son commenced
 from LA to our living room

Fenian Drive unlike HIS rainbows
  a promise never delivered
but you reconciled each one of us
 a courageous act by a true father figure

twenty plus two years since we last saw eye to eye
 i pray palms turned to heavens sky
my entire family you'll meet 
 
kids, grand - great - and greater
 born unto and through you
  itself a miraculous feat


And that each one of us
 fruit of the vine
HEAR the WORD and SEE the LIGHT
 written down behind each line
Let each of us worship fully
 our Father God devine


Dedicated to:

Willem Edward Jonathans 

01.01.29 Depok Indonesia to 05.24.89 Malaga, Portugal