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Why I Protect

All of my kids want cell phones. They are not even over the 10 threshold. The internet is, for the most part, a burning pile of lies, sex, and violence. I have a website that I try to put good stuff out but frankly, for the most part, it’s a drop in the bucket. I am protective of their media and entertainment. Unfortunately, I am unsure it will be enough.

Son of Mine I Know – Poem By Aaron Blakeley

Have been working with my kids a lot on manners but this applies to so much more. With foster or adoptive kids sometimes they come with so many things troubling them. I have see a child go from wild animal to troubled human to maybe one-day well-balanced adult. I have also been reading quite a bit of Shel Silverstein and thought that adding some artwork other than pictures to the poems and posts might be …

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A Heavy Heart

I could never do that I’d get to attached With a depth of belly and an eye like Charles Loring Brace I stoop I pick up these nuggets of pain, joy, sorrow and rejoicing. They squirm, sometimes they scream and turn red-faced. There are no orphanages in America we dismantled them. Now all the parts are in our homes or drifting in the wind. Accept the wind can not carry them. They are heavy Full …

Anxieties – Poem by Aaron Blakeley

Anxieties - A poem by Aaron Blakeley

Every morning I awake to a fresh new day A gift from God in every way It is early and I step my feet to old carpet Avoid the spots I know are bad so I can ignore them The water comes on oh yeah the shower leaks under the tile So I smile and reach out with open arms towards God hoping for a lift Cast all my anxieties on him When they cling …

Haiku Collection #2

The fear of the Lord
Not fear like terror or pain
Awe of your power

Poem: Sing Into The Dark

Poem - Sing Into The Dark - Aaron Blakeley

I am no singer My voice is rough-hewn Cut from untrained ears Practitioner of nill This voice deep of wood Found a song to sing Soothing the young and hard They from dark circumstance Tears like embered ash Fall and sizzle on cheeks Clenched teeth and red-faced The oil from pressed homes With my voice I scold With my voice I sooth With my voice I correct With my voice I love Strong arms lift pressure …

Dad Journal – Entry #1

Morning is my favorite time of the day. Most days I have to fight the idea that my mornings are regularly stolen from me. I have not had a quiet morning since we started fostering. The kids have a maddening habit of being impossible to remove from their beds during the school days but adorable up at 5:30 on the weekends to ask if they can play on their tablet or watch TV. Recently my …

In The Same Fashion, Father

What I see is people beginning to act out the aggression they have so woefully come to love. Microaggression aficionados tell us reality itself is terribly abrasive and we should all be wrapped in two-ply cocoons awaiting the judgement of decay I think we all know that this sounds ridiculous, or at the very least is, something that will never ever be solved by being constantly offended.

That Selfish Thread That Ruins

I desperately want to be pleased by the mud pies and murky waters of satiated cravings rather than the infinite Glory of God’s “well done my good and faithful servant.” My reward is Christ himself; my pleasure is his embrace and the fruits of his character and spirit. This is the only truly trustworthy metric for life success in fatherhood, career, and marriage.

So You Have Something To Give

Inspiration, clarity, something to keep you going. Human love is funny, you can give and give and eventually you have poured out everything you have and all that is left is the muddy silt at the bottom. The muddy silt of compliments and servitude with a veiled attitude of bitterness. Our love does not refill itself, in the same way, we don’t keep on going with boundless unstoppable energy without falling unconscious or needing to …