Sounds like one to translate into Latin.

Call me through the nighttime,
as I wade awake and sigh;
bathing in my presence,
you unique, and I.

Telling how a future’s form 
and our misty hopes denied.
the doubting’s lost so clearly,
‘neath St. Mary’s sky.

Let it last forever.
Let it last forever.
Moon and Mary’s sky.

Did you think He could allow an orphan’s ode to understand?
Alone like you to go into the the cosmos’ coddling hand;
of light on light, so light it dark, so twist the moon, so bold…

and

Hark the fragile frigid fold to hue when you alleve this mold
and dwell somewhere ‘yond comprehend, so true, so true

and

Even then the quest goes on, a generation hurtling gone
the star path pav’ed spool unraveling, circling the dust for you.

Unraveling and circling of light and you.

This past week I’ve been digesting some bad news… looks like I’m going to be furloughed from my School District at the end of the school year.  This makes being laid off from two school districts in two years -> crazy.  Unfortunately these are the times we live in… And honestly, I accept that.  It is disheartening, but out of my hands  I think the biggest thing that I’ve learned about life over the past couple of years is that there are so many things that we CAN control, I’m not falling for the obvious-trap of worrying about the things I can’t.

You’re right about middle school kids though, they are annoying.  The maturity spectrum is vast, and once they get excited about something it takes em’ 15 minutes to calm down.  I am my own worst enemy in that regard, I physically can’t stop goofing around…lol, we have fun.  Currently doing Tom Sawyer, Mark Twain is one of my homies….I think I’d like to get back into High School…I miss teaching Journalism, and my middle school newspaper club is no substitute.

It’s great that you’re looking at going back for more classes…I imagine that once one finds their calling, every opened door becomes a new piece of the grand puzzle…. Teaching is a sweet, sweet gig, but I sometimes wish I had more time for learning OFFICIAL GEEK stuff throughout the year.  Por ejemplo: Latin, Ancient History, Early Theology, Islam, Civil War etc… -> things I need to pursue in the summertime.

As usual, sounds like we could totally have a “Nerd-Off” super battle.

Of course, I would have to defeat you.  No hard feelings…

My son is great, wonderful, everything I could ask for in a son.  Despite all of my shortcomings, he’s a sweet, good-natured kid with a terribly witty sense of humor.  I think the biggest thing with him is that I have high expectations for him AKA I don’t sell him short or speak to him like he’s a little kid incapable of understanding….we watch history shows together, talk religion, make fun of weird looking people, invent songs with bathroom words in them, and play lots of sports.  He was pretty annoyed yesterday when I dubbed him official gopher while weeding/planting/working in the yard.  At one point, he refused to “beer me”, the NERVE.

The Mets might possibly be the worst franchise in baseball, so I try no get into verbal confrontations with him about our respective teams….he always rubs it in.   :-(      Does a Steelers fan such as yourself worry about the NFL draft?  Or are you above such contrived drama? For me it’s an excuse to have a few beers at one of my friend’s houses.   Any grand plans this summer???  Ya know dingy libraries, math seminars, build-your-own protractor seminars, etc…   hahaha

As always, I enjoy hearing from you. You have my solemn promise that next time I won’t wait weeks to respond…and glad to know that my attention to detail (on the mix CD) was not in vain!

;p
Captain Awesome

I experienced a similar premonition (coincidence) the night before I received word of my Grandfather’s passing in April of 2010.  That night, I started thinking of the passing of my own father, and began intensely missing him, enough so that I cried.  I hadn’t had a feeling like that in a couple of years.  The next day, I heard about my grandfather’s passing.  Suddenly my grief the night before made so much more sense…

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fear not world; so beautiful – I believe in you.
It is not your fault of me
I am but a consequence.
Just a cognizant spot.
A human volcano.
In time – I will be gone
to join the rest
now dormant in sand.
And that’s OK – because…
I think I am more
Will then Presence.
More Pretend then Present
and always wildly searching
for things my heart can’t find.
These cycles are killing me
for every year, is another faded.
Only so many glimmers left
in my candle.
God sees my effort
but it become so easy to toil without
His will
when I forget to ask of it.
What, what do you want then?
What should I do
if Thine will becomes mine own?
I dare not
STEP AGAIN NOW
without knowing.
fear not God, so powerful – I am your leaf
fierce and red, yet crumbling in Autumn.
Settle me soft and raise your flowers o’er me.

Falcons fly,
ahead of the rest.
Birds savager, abreast in dark
feathers. I’m best
deader then you.

Swords clash,
especially loud.
Clang; echo, sound,
sleek fury unfound.
Story so true.

I’m a fast learner,
I’m a heart hurter,
I’m a barn burner, a world turner.

“Being a coward is worse than death.”