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Personal best in my recent physical fitness kick… I ran 3.7 miles in 30 mins which equates to an 8.1 minute mile.

She was on my mind today, and I was thinking about the day when I would be free to express my love for her. She is often on my mind, giving me pause to consider what it would be like to be her husband. I wonder about the normal times, when life is not a constant romance, the days when realities will take hold and run away with us. I don’t expect to experience the same constant rush of emotions, that wild heady feeling of the moment when I would look at her and think myself far richer than I deserve. Yet I yearn for the day when I can make it my life’s goal to achieve such moments, to make her feel as though she is most precious to me. I do not know who she is yet, but I will.

Happy Birthday to you… Happy Birthday to you… Happy Birthday dear you know who… Happy Birthday to you…

Happy Birthday goes out to Jason Young, a good friend and stalwart companion, and also to Sarah Navarro, a good friend and encouragement. The world is a better place for the gift God made of you on this day.

You will note the addition of a new section of the site. You may now find all the poetry I have posted in the past there in a convienient location. Check it out, feel free to comment, I love to hear your feedback.

Website Update: I have changed how the comments work, as you may notice, they are sorted in ascending order, the newest comments now being posted at the bottom. It was becoming difficult to follow long threads in reverse chronologial order. Sorry for any confusion, hope this makes it easier for people.

On Sunday evening, I went to see Nickel Creek in concert at The Pagaent here in Saint Louis. It was the first time I’ve seen them live, and they are my favorite band. The experience was better than I could have hoped for. They seem to play openly, honestly, as though they enjoy it as much as you do and are genuinely thankful that you were there to hear them. I wrote down my thoughts and impressions as I listened and thought you might like to read them…

She had a certain dulcet beauty, a delicate yet wild hint in the nature of her step, a soul given over completely to the rich beauty of her violin.

He moved around the stage with a pent up excitement, a barely contained energy that flowed from his fingers as they flew over the strings of his mandolin.

His nature was understated, yet the power of his presence was made known by the rich tones that flowed from his guitar, filling you with wonder and quiet intensity.

The music soared and with it my heart, carried aloft by the grace and beauty of the band. It was as though autumn had descended into the room and God had blessed it.

They closed the concert with Be Thou My Vision, a favorite hymn of theirs. They came out for two curtain calls. I was ecstatic.

I sit atop a ledge looking out over the city. A cool breeze makes its presence know by gentle persuasion, the night sky reveals wisps of clouds and the twinkle of far off stars. In the distance a cicada joins a cricket in natures complex melody, a symphony of sights and sounds. The coming of autumn draws nigh.

On this night I contemplate the majesty of God’s creation, the wondrous beauty of His handiwork, the vastness of His universe, and I feel that it is small when compared to the height of his mercy and the depth of His love. Who can describe such things, I cannot. I would speak of poetry and music, but they fall short in my hands of expressing what my hearts knows to be true. On this night, far from here in the heart of Africa, His glorious name is praised. All men will praise Him, else the rocks would cry out for the emptiness. It is true, the heavens declare His glory, and the autumn declares it best.