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Austin Bauer May 2016
Why is it that every night
I change into my pajamas
Only to remove them
Ten minutes later
As I climb into bed
In my undergarments?

I reckon it is the routine
That calms me from my day,
Shedding the skin of
One day to embrace another.
It is the preparation
For my seven hour 

Sabbath where I rest 
From my seventeen hours
Of work, play, and relationships -  
Responsibilities that keep me
Too busy to take a moment
And enjoy the skin I live in. 

So each night,
I must shed that skin
In reflection of the day
That is now gone,
And rest as I prepare
Myself for another day.

Another day of busyness,
Another day of striving,
Another day of trying my best
To be the man you have
Created me to be...
To embrace who I am
In every waking moment.
Austin Bauer May 2016
Three times I was tested
out in the wilderness -
the wilderness of waiting.

My accuser said,
"is that really 
what God told you?"

So, I lifted my eyes asking,
"Father, is that voice 
You, me, or my enemy?"

"Do not doubt my word."
my Father replied,
thundering from heaven.

So I will trust
the word of the LORD
and act upon it.
Austin Bauer May 2016
Take away the 
Disease in these branches;
The tares from 
This fertile ground.
Remove the stones
From this heart and 
Plow the earth
Until I am nothing 
But pure, organic soil
Ready for your
Be-fruitful-and-multiply
Seeds.
Austin Bauer Apr 2016
When you're young,
You may write to
Your latest infatuation.
Or, maybe out of
Teenage angst, you'll
Write to yourself -
Catharsis for your built up
Anger and frustration.

When you're a little older,
You might write about your
Wedding day,
The vows to your bride.
Or maybe when you bring
Children into this world,
You'll write about
The fear that comes
From becoming a father.

In your thirties
Disappointment may come,
And you may find
Yourself writing to
The man you were 10 years ago -
Wishing you had taken the
Other path in that yellow-leafed forest.

When you hit your midlife crisis
You might write about the things
You have or have not done...
Or maybe you'll write about
Your newly found passion:
Harley Davidson Motorcycles,
The rumble between your toes.

Retirement brings the turn of the line
As "every season has its sign".

In your older age,
You may cease to write
For the muse of your youth.
More and more,
Your poems will end
With the words,
"In memory of..."

Each one reminding you
To be thankful
For the sock that helped you
Find the book that was loaned
To you months ago,

And you will notice things like
Those naked-spring-branches
So harmoniously intertwined -  
A piece of art that
No painter would be able to emulate
With a thousand brushstrokes.

And as you sit down to reflect
On the typed documents
Of your life's work,
You have a friendly conversation
With a long-distance friend,
Reflecting on it all.
This poem came out of reading Carl Dennis's "Practical Gods".  He writes a lot of poems in memory of those he cares about.  It just made me think of how our poetry changes over the years.  

The quotation in line 29 is from the Jason Upton song "God's got a Reason for Everything". There are also allusions to "The Road Not Taken" by Frost, and "Laundry Day" by Carl Dennis.  Lastly, the last stanza refers to a video I saw where Bono and Eugene Peterson discuss the Message translation of the Psalms.
All the ways of right I keep
For troubles of the world I weep
But I can't break this waking sleep
Oh, how I fear I'm in too deep

O Righteous King of Kings
Won't you come and save me?
Too much is this I ask of thee
When I won't let you save me
What kind of man can I be
When I won't let you save me?

All the ways of man I trust
From jealous greed to evil lust
A humble man make me you must
Ash to ash and dust to dust

O Righteous King of Kings
Won't you come and save me?
Too much is this I ask of thee
When I won't let you save me
What kind of man can I be
When I won't let you save me?

For the ways of you I look
Beyond that of the Holy Book
Could it be the earth that shook?
Of that an early sign I took

O Righteous King of Kings
Won't you come and save me?
Too much is this I ask of thee
When I won't let you save me
What kind of man can I be
When I won't let you save me?
Austin Bauer Apr 2016
When you are a female dog
It is completely acceptable
For you to have a beard.
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