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  Feb 2017 Austin Bauer
Тадеус
Gone be periwinkle
And lilac time also
Meadow full of clover
By firefly aglow.
God help us to remember
Just like a blade of grass
We shall one day wither
We too shall one day pass.
God help us all to be
With You eternally.
© Тадеус 7-2-2016 10:08pm
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Austin Bauer Feb 2017
A lot of darkness
on HP's front page today,
write a little light.
Austin Bauer Feb 2017
puts the toothbrush
here, takes
the watch off
and puts it there,
creates little
machines -
efficient, lifeless,
needing oil.

Long to break
the system -
eat the wild
honeycomb,
let the honey
slowly run
through your beard.

Caress the heads
of dandelions
and daisies,
run through the field
holding nature's hand.
Break the cycle
and be free.
Life is more
than working,
rinsing, and repeating.

Follow The Way.
Be wild.
Take risks.
Love dangerously.
Trust openly.
Forgive generously.
Become tenacity.
Austin Bauer Feb 2017
Great blank day
that felt like
there was no pen
to hold, no page
to write upon.

Great blank day
when I awoke
on the stiff springs,
and saw the light
slithering through
the frozen curtains.

Great blank day
I spent each
precious moment
with the one
most precious to me.

Great blank day
when, for the
first time, I ran
my fingers along
the chubby strings
of an upright bass.

Great blank day
when you got the news
your two best friends
decided they would
grow old together.

Great blank day
that fell like
sunglasses from my
outstretched hands
into the pulsing sea.

Great blank day
I arrogantly thought
was empty of enough
beauty to write
into memory.
How wrong was I.
Austin Bauer Jan 2017
God is my father,
and I am a
child of God.

God is my father,
and I am a
child of God.

That means
I was conceived
in passion and in love.
That means
He knew me when
I was not yet born.
That means
He does everything He can
to take care of me,
and everything
He has
is mine.  

God is my father,
and I am a
child of God.

That means
when I have a bad day
He sees it on my face,
and when I do
something well,
He celebrates
my achievements.
As my perfect father,
He pushes me
to do better,
which means
He will chastise me
when I do wrong.

God is my father,
and I am a
child of God.

That means
He holds me
when I am broken,
and that
my failures
break him.
But still,
in Him, I have
unconditional love.
That means
He will never
walk out on me,
I can never be
forgotten,
and I always
have someone
to call on,
and a shoulder
to cry on

God is my father,
and I am a
child of God.

That means
He protects me,
and does not want
to hurt me,
so I don't need
to be afraid.

God is my father,
and I am a
child of God.

That means
I always have
someone to look up to,
and I will
always have a Father
who will always
call me His child.

God is my father,
and I am a
child of God.

God is my father,
and I am a
child of God.
A meditation on being a "Child of God."
Austin Bauer Jan 2017
I heard of a man
who never owned a
television.  
Instead he bought
a set of solid oak
bookshelves stained
like mahogany.

With the money
he saved on cable,
he filled them with
classics like Plato,
Aristotle, and Dostoyevsky.
He studied Darwin
and Descartes, and
memorized poems by
Whyte and O'Donohue

Because he never
made the switch to
high definition, he
could afford trips to
Rome and Tuscany.
Walking those ancient
streets and resting
in those heavenly fields,

he learned the art
of attentiveness,
minding the
genius loci
of a place,
and setting
one's cadence to
the breath of the wind.

And in the end,
he had a few books
of his own,
but they taught
nothing new
other than
how to truly live.
Thinking about Carl Dennis and David Whyte's book, "Consolations."
Austin Bauer Jan 2017
Have you ever
rolled down your windows
to hear the train
as it rolls by?
Or do you keep
your music turned up,
heat on high,
and curse
impatiently?

Sometimes
I get so distracted
by all the competing
voices that I forget
to slow down
and really listen.

I find myself
looking for the approval
of people
rather than seeking
the embrace
of the One who
really matters.

His voice is soft
because He doesn't
feel the need to
showcase His
profundity.
He whispers because
He wants
a leaned-in-ear
to listen.

Someone who sees
the signal lights blinking
and who knows enough
to shut everything off,
roll the windows down,
and listen.
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