Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts

Friday, November 12, 2010

The Friend I know as Howard Wiles

I wanted to write this while I have the time, the will, and the freshness of memory. Although nothing on earth can revive the heartbeat of our lost loves, it remains true that laughter, kind words, a touch, and shared moments will keep him at our side. Far from an empty wish, it is our solace to never forget, a gift from God. And so, here is the man to whom we've offered our final farewells...

Howard was a technology buff with a special knack for understanding computer networks in large industry as well as at home. His extensive knowledge of protocols and large corporate systems was exemplary. He worked hard at his career, but there is so much more...

His family remained the chief focus of every day for Howard; he shared both concerns and boasts alike for his sons. Their lives became his story, so much so that his home was the gathering place for many teenagers, a place where they could talk, laugh, and learn. His wisdom made a strong impact on many young men who know Howard as a mentor who reached out to push them in the right direction.

He was more than just a Dallas Cowboys fan; he KNEW football. He lived the game from his youth onward and played for Arizona State achieving victory at the Fiesta Bowl in 1983. This same university gave us Jim Jeffcoat, Defensive End, who graduated the previous year to join the Dallas team. Also, famed NFL star quarterback, Danny White, was a Sun Devil back in the 70's. Although sidelined with a career-ending knee injury, he coached from the bench (or couch) and actively cheered for his sons in their sporting days!

He loved God and shared his faith with all who knew him, including as a Sunday School teacher for many years. He presented the Gospel with an uplifting attitude that came from an abiding faith within. Jesus' instruction struck him personally so that his discipleship was more than words; he met the needs of others in action as when his family assisted with emergency relief efforts. Although he certainly held a great presence physically, his spiritual stature among his peers was larger still. A respected man who sought the Lord's will in his own life.

He was a good son, daily caring for his mother despite her failing health and he was sure to include her on family vacations to Disney World. He loved being at the Magic Kingdom in Florida with family and friends to enjoy such special times together. It is fitting that a land of dreams was where he found comfort; unable to experience the roller-coaster aspect, he found satisfaction in the smiles and the laughter... and the food ;-)

His wife, Jeri, lived at the center of Howard's life; he knew just how blessed a man is who has a godly wife. He cared for her deeply and strove to offer more than support; to provide a home to grow a happy family; to be nurturing in spirit; to instill values and character in their sons; to know her heart; to share their days; and above all, to love her more than himself.

Notwithstanding his ill health, chronic pain, and a medley of medications, he kept cheerful so that he greeted friends with a smile. Whether enjoying dinner, a backyard swim, sharing stories, or playing with grandchildren, Howard stood out as an encourager! Children were strongly drawn to him - my grand-daughter called him "Tower'd" which reminds me that he stood tall despite his damaged legs. Some thought he was Santa Claus; his resemblance in girth, gray and whiskers is easily noted, but what makes the comparison ring true is his giving, joyful spirit, and love for others!

He was a good friend to me in every way
He would hold nothing back from me if I had a need
He would give what he had and ask others to help
He would tell me the truth when a lie would be easier
He was as much my grand-daughters' Papa as I am
He was a father for his sons' friends
He is a man with a legacy alive today in us
He brightened my day
He was a man of heart

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Remebrance

I was taught by one of my uncles that we "live our lives on the dash" referring to that Oh-so-small-single-stroke character on our gravestone that shall sit between the dates that mark birth and death. It is just a separator of the two most significant events in a lifetime, but that is all we have in which to be thrilled, grieved, awed, and inspired. These are the only moments to love, hope, and express our faith. It is so very brief - a short instant in human history that passes swiftly by and is gone like a vapor.

As I reflect upon the recent passing of my Uncle Bill after Christmas last year, I am reminded of his kindness, enthusiasm and the enjoyment he had for his friends and family whom he dearly loved. He was diligent to keep all of us in his life and made sure to reach out to everyone to let them know that he cared. He was ever youthful (as evidenced by the photo) with praise for all, a light-hearted outlook, and a desire to comprehend our world. I shall always remember the stories, advice and times together as I reflect on a man of character, who was a success worthy of fond remembrance as he accomplished so much in the days he was granted.

What lesson do I gain from such an example? To live fully, touching the hearts of those precious souls whose paths meet with mine. To focus more on the present, the people beside me and simply the current moment. If we cannot be certain upon what lies beyond death, can we unite together and express our affections during the fleeting time in which we stand on this side of time? I hope so and believe that he did too. Thanks, Uncle Bill. In your memory, I offer a few words to ponder....


Waiting


Some say the doors loom large and dark
Some say the entrance is not easy
Some say the far side is so much better
Some say there is no door at all

Yet here we wait
All of our days
In queue
And wonder

What lies beyond that gate prepared for us?
From which we cannot escape
Nor comprehend from this locked side
At which we are waiting still

Every day
Thousands pass through
Most are forced
But a few select themselves to cross the threshold

What shall we achieve
Whilst we wait?
Is the line itself our purpose?
Rather than the destination beyond?

The young know not
The old are too aware
Hence both enjoy their greatest hours
For this moment is all they feel

But not me
I am far away
And the wait will be long
I have time to think

But still I am limp
Doing nothing but watching time
And seeing nothing
And saying nothing

I am punished for my indecision
Must I see the path before me?
Can I know what fate shall come?
Will I trust the shouting voices?

What toll must be paid?
And to whom shall I render?
Is my liability insurmountable?
Or is the debt not mine at all?

These questions posed
Do not yield to our answers
And thus extends our wait
Before the doors

Shall we draw together then
To nurture justice and love deeply
United by our common fate
To share this finite moment

For when time ends
And loved ones part
All that remains for us to know
Is the wait itself



Typically, waiting in line is something endured before the ‘show’. Many people feel that we are in store for great times in the afterlife, so the comparison intrigued me. So, why should we treat our years in line as a burden when this perspective might encourage us to share these limited days with the folks “who just happen to be standing next to us” with love and understanding?

Monday, March 16, 2009

Dishes...

In real-life drama, a failing dish washer forces all domestic havoc to break loose which demands that tough decisions get settled...

In the sink, dirty dishes
Had sat for a week
Not unlike dead fishes
They'd begun to reek

The puddle on the floor
Told the tale so clear
The Maytag was no more
"She's dead" was my fear

No way left to serve food
As the stacks piled high
Wife's in a bad mood
As she'd wash and I dry

If I shan't fix it soon
She'd turn more irate
We had neither a spoon
A fork nor a plate

Twas time to start shopping
For a new washer now
"You've got to get hopping",
So said my dear Frau

Just what happened today
I'm sure you can guess
The old beast hauled away
And replaced with no mess

Our glassware's now lustrous
The silver's so bright
But the biggest new plus
Is my spouse's delight!


Guess what? We have a new automatic dishwashin' machine! A two-week saga is at a close and tranquility is restored to the Rauscher home...

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Happy S**** Day!

In honor of yet another special holiday created for this world of consumers by the International Consortium of Greeting Card Manufacturers, I present this little poem that I wrote just last November thanks to a suggestive muse from a friend...


Apothegm


I bear just one, my very own
And so as well do you
There are no more that you can keep
You can't hold onto two

Mother was so thrilled to see
When first I had formed mine
She laughed out loud to all around
And let hers brightly shine

Take care and prudence every day
By scrubbing super clean
For if those tines should e'er fall out
You'll just appear so mean

If you can't speak another's tongue
Yet desire to add a friend
Greet any strangers with yours on
It can surely not offend

When running for a public office
And want yourself elected
Expose yours on the Evening News
'Cause that's what is expected

"I know of only one sure bet",
Most people often say
"You earn a fresh one in return
If you donate yours away"

Your enemies shall fail their quest
To comprehend thy plans
Confound the cynics against thee set
When o’er your jaw this spans

And when your lover's ire is come
Leap to melt that icy frost
Not for a stretch can they resist
Your visage so neatly flossed

If I flash mine at you today
You'll flash yours back at me
As friendly as that Yellow Face
Known to all humanity

The smart young lass in thigh-high boots,
The cop who guards the street
Will gladly share this act with you
Anytime you two shall meet

The bigger is the better one
So choose to open wide
The world will stand in awe of you
And the power of fluoride

When your life has offered lemons
Or friends have left you down
Do not surrender to the gloom
Nor hold onto a frown

We build a timeless link to peers
Deep down within our hearts
When curving lips uplift to thee
Eternal kinship starts

So keep a rule for all your life:
If e'er it's been awhile
Bring peace and love to everyone
Present to all your SMILE!



My title selection is an uncommon word with an usual pronunciation (āp'ə-thěm'), but with a simple meaning. So here is a wish for a Happy Smile Day to y'all! Go out and share your cheerful visage with the world and spread some grins to everyone you meet today and, perhaps, even tomorrow...