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Stockings….

Posted in Where Angels Perch with tags , , , on December 16, 2010 by rodzink

A simple tree… dim lights…glistening and dancing… as saphire…casting warm shadows…. the silence of the night… the peace and promise…. The tassled heads of these that lie sleeping… dreaming…. wishing I could be wherever they are at this moment, but they are unreachably in a place where angels sing.. and I must wait… til morn, when I can only imagine what they’ve seen by their sparkling eyes. 

In a place…before the very existence of the world… they were there… molded carefully… and cared for by the very hands of God… I remain attentive… searching…listening…. to what else may await  me there….what He holds in his hands for me…for us. 

… the stockings are full… full of promise…  and blessing…. and I’ll wrap my arms around this family… and consider all I am…. all I have. 

Consider the lights….the smell of pine…sacred ground… tassled hair and bright, beautiful faces…. the muffled and often unrecognizable sound of  peace… the whisper of God… the gift of this moment…. the very full stockings…

Unexplainable…..

Posted in Where Angels Perch with tags , , , on November 12, 2010 by rodzink

I am without words…. but with no less desire to speak them…. give them…

…. you are unbelievable… unbelievable….  it is as if you’ve stepped out of nowhere…out of a cloud…. and the sun suddenly shines brighter.. 

Tum paasse aye, Tum paasse aye
Yun Muskurayee, Tum nena jane kya
Sapne de khaye, Aabto mera dil
Jaane ka sota hai, Kya karoon ha yeKuch kuch hota hai
NaJaane kaisa eh saas hai
Bujhti nahi hai, Kya pyaass hai
Kya nasha es pya ro kya
Mujpe sanam , Chaane laga
Koina Jaane, Kyun Chain Hota Hai
Kya Karoon haye, Kuch Kuch Hota Hai

Tum paasse aye, Tum paasse aye
Yun Muskurayee, Tum nena jane kya
Sapne de khaye, Aabto mera dil
Jaane ka sota hai, Kya karoon ha yeKuch kuch hota hai

Bellefest 2010….

Posted in Where Angels Perch with tags , , , , , on October 25, 2010 by rodzink

Annabelle,

I have had the unbelievable privilege of watching you grow… Ten years have come… and I’ve collected memories from every second with you.  I remember the first time I saw you…chubby…. red hair… blue eyes…. 8 lbs…  In an instant, I knew that the idea of having a little girl was exactly as I had feared and I’ve been wrapped around your finger since your first day….. The instant you were here…in my life… I became a different creature… something other than a man…but your Dad….  Now, my heart whispers your name… and I have a love for you that will require a lifetime to share…to give…

We’ve traveled down many…many paths… I’ve listened to your heart… heard your words… watched  your steps… I am so very proud of you… Proud of the way you’ve grown.  I’ve learned so much… I understand that you have an enormous heart…

….and I’m excited to see where it leads you…. I will keep a tight hold of your little hand, Neshume-le…. and I see the divine spark in you… your blue eyes give you away…..  

I have spent so many nights sitting by your bed….prayed that the angels cover you… I must confess, that I believe you to be one of them… an angel…  This weekend  your family gathered….. ’round you… celebrated your 10 yrs… Annabelle’s Decade…  My little girl….. I hope you enjoyed your birthday… I love you.  Of all that I am…or ever wanted to be… my favorite title is “Dad.”  If I ever do anything well…. to the best of my ability….  I hope it is being your Dad…

Reunion…

Posted in Where Angels Perch with tags , , , on September 21, 2010 by rodzink

The leaves are revealing signs of a coming autumn…. but the skies clinch the dog days of a scorching summer… Patiently…with eyes on our anxious backpacks…boots… we wait.  Talks of campfires… whispers from a crowded tent and warm bags.   Our recent days..consumed with school and homework… practice and football games… new acquaintances…old friends….  

Meanwhile… I feel as though I’m home…from a very long trek…tired…worn….hobbled… But rested…. revived… Learning what it means to be….. Home…. 

The address is simply a place to park the truck.. unload the stuff…get out of the weather…. A home is that place where arms…and hearts… are open….  and where we retreat with the same… each day.. each night….

The schedule is filling… each weekend.. busy… friends…. dinners…. Bellefest…. Dallas….. Halloween…. Just need a cool weekend…. a long hike…. and quick backpacking adventure…

But today is Tuesday… all I can think about is the kids coming home…