Super Bowl Haiku Trios

02/12/2024

February 2024

A Super Bowl-themed Poem

• Haiku Trio #1
So who said: “Winning
isn’t everything, it’s the
only thing” — always,

till today, brimming
with Super-football-frenzy-
-LVIII-Sunday,

I believed grinning
legendary Lombardi
coined the famed catchphrase •

• Haiku Trio #2
Google search says yes,
he voiced this, but different coach
spoke the saying first —

so since, as we guess,
it’s too easy to wrong-broach
and/or poach our thirst

for true words and mess-
-become-marvelous approach —
will You sure un-curse •

• Haiku Trio #3
“It’s a no-brainer” —
so says theist, pantheist
and atheist too —

“oh, to be saner,
just think as I do” (deist
also) — touchdown-true

real seems window-pane
clear? Thus we seem to profess
in midst of blue clues •

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• haiku • definition — a brief poem of three lines — with five syllables in the first line, seven syllables in the second line, and five syllables in the third line

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POETRY NOTES

• Poem Alert
This blog features five categories, including FAST Sonnets in Cyberspace — and yes, you’re right, the above poem is not a sonnet. However, since I’m not planning to introduce a new category called Haiku Trios in Cyberspace, this is the best place in the blog for a non-sonnet poem — let’s chalk it up to … poetic license.

• Prose Explanation Awaits
Much could be said about what I’m attempting to communicate in the above series of haiku trios — I hope to take time to explain in prose someday more explicitly, but for now, this pithier poetic expression will have to suffice.

• To Be Continued?
I’ll confess up front that I’ve failed to convey much of what I originally hoped to say, and I’m essentially dissatisfied with what I believe is a too-obscure message — yet I feel compelled and/or constrained to limit this haiku series to three sets of trios, and therefore I’ve run out of space. Yet here’s hoping I can continue exploring this theme with greater clarity someday in a follow-up series of haiku trios … or who knows, maybe even in a sonnet.

• Thanks for stopping by — and congratulations to the Kansas City Chiefs on their trio of Super Bowl wins with QB Patrick Mahomes in 2020, 2023 and now in 2024. Oh, he is also a three-time Super Bowl MVP. The Chiefs have won four Super Bowls overall, their first coming in 1970.

All-Name Teams #32

01/30/2024

​January 2024

Featuring names from across the world of sports

• “What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness” ― John Steinbeck

• “If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: If we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome” — Anne Bradstreet

• “Summer friends will melt away like summer snows, but winter friends are friends forever” ― George R.R. Martin

All-Winter Team 2
Nate Freese — football
Brenda Sue Frese — basketball
Garth Snow — hockey
Aron Winter — soccer
Quevyn Winters — basketball

All-Storm Team 2
Storm Barrs-Woods — football
Tavoris Cloud — boxing
Daniel Geale — boxing
Anthony McCloud — football
Sean Weatherspoon — football

FAST Sonnets in Cyberspace #1​​8 

11/12/2023

• ​November 2023

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Fireflies light mind-and-heart reminiscence,​
​nightlife aglow with wonder at Grammy​
​and Pop-Pop’s countryside abode — condense​
​dazzling amazement in solitary​
​sonnet? Impossible — yet let’s still tr​y:
Chasing the lightning in one-acre yard,​
​catching the bright mites by crook as they fly —​
​place brilliant critters in punctured Ball jar​
​to be luminous sentries (while sleeping​
​in dark dreaming of stars) like radiant​
​angel-bards standing wordless guard — keeping​
​homestead safe, no chance creature accident — ​
oh, let these blinking beacons somehow be​
Your hope-signal for me and my family •​

© Bruce William Deckert ​2023

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POETRY NOTES

• ​Sonnet ​Definition​
This is an English aka Shakespearean sonnet — a 14-line poem with 10 syllables per line, comprised of three four-line stanzas and a closing couplet, with th​e following rhyme scheme: abab cdcd efef gg​

• Sports Association
This blog focuses on sports-and-faith topics, so each FAST Sonnet in Cyberspace has a sports connection. ​I see ​at least two ​oblique sports theme​s here — chasing​ and ​catching​ suggest sports like football and soccer and basketball that sometimes require players to chase opponents and/or a ball.

• Storyworth Transplant
The above sonnet was first shared on the Storyworth​ website​ platform — my son and daughter gave me a Father’s Day gift last year that ​offers an opportunity to record stories and share them with family and friends​ — to those who read this poem first on Storyworth: can you identify the minor revisions in the above sonnet?

•​ Questions + Story-Answers
Storyworth​ sends a question prompt weekly to inspire the storyteller — most of my​ story-answers have been in the form of short poems.​ The question that inspired the above poem: What is one of your fondest childhood memories?​ Catching fireflies at my grandparents’ home in the countryside of western New Jersey —​ yes, this memory came to mind quickly​.

•​ Sonnet Succinctness​
The sonnet is​ perhaps the best poem​ structure for ​the ​smartphone-distracted ​citizens of the 21st century — ​avoiding lengthy free verse, the sonnet offers a​ power-packed short-and-sweet reading experienc​e — thanks for stopping by, and by the way: what’s your take on who Your refers to in the last line?

All-Name Teams #31

08/13/2023

• August 2023

Featuring names from across the world of sports

• In the name of love — what more in the name of love?
—Pride: In The Name Of Love — song by U2

• Deny thy father and refuse thy name … ’Tis but thy name that is my enemy … O, be some other name … What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet … doff thy name and, for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself •
—Juliet — from Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet

• And it’s all in the name of love
—In the Name of Love — song by Bebe Rexha and Martin Garrix
—see more lyrics below

All-Love Team #1
Vagner Love — soccer
Peter Lovenkrands — soccer
Lovie Smith — football
Amare Stoudemire — basketball
Bobby Valentine — baseball

All-Love Team #2
Eden Hazard — soccer
Lisa Love — athletic director
Yeardley Love — lacrosse
Jamie Lovemark — golf
Lovemore N’dou — boxing

All-Nuclear Family True Love Team
• listed in reverse birth order
Kayla Anneliese — basketball, lacrosse, soccer, softball
Luke George — baseball, basketball, soccer, softball
Mina Elizabeth — basketball, soccer, softball
Bruce William — baseball, basketball, soccer, softball

Procedural Note
• If you’re wondering why there are five people per team, with the exception of the All-Nuclear Family True Love Team, the rationale is simple — basketball was my favorite sport as I grew up, and since the rules of basketball allow five players per team on the court, I’m going with five-person All-Name Teams

• Meanwhile, if you’re wondering why the All-Nuclear Family Team — aka the All-Connecticut Deckert Team — has four people instead of five, apparently you don’t know my family especially well

• This Deckert family was established in August 1988, so this All-Name team is posted in honor of the 35th anniversary of that momentous and amazing occasion — more recently, Mina has legally changed her last name, yet I consider this circumstance to be a footnote in the history of our family that is hardly worth mentioning •

If you’d like to understand my family and my family’s history better, just let me know and we can swap family stories — my family comprises some amazing stories, and I imagine your family’s stories are amazing too •

— Bruce William Deckert

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Song Note
• This song came on my radar only in the past week or so — these lyrics strike me and resonate with me and impress me as being reflective of the true love rooted in the Creator of the universe, so I share them with you vis-a-vis these All-Love Name Teams •

In the Name of Love
—song by Bebe Rexha and Martin Garrix

If I told you this was only gonna hurt
If I warned you that the fire’s gonna burn
Would you walk in?
Would you let me do it first?
Do it all in the name of love

Would you let me lead you even when you’re blind?
In the darkness, in the middle of the night
In the silence, when there’s no one by your side
Would you call in the name of love?

If I told you we could bathe in all the lights
Would you rise up, come and meet me in the sky?
Would you trust me when you’re jumping from the heights?
Would you fall in the name of love?

When there’s madness, when there’s poison in your head
When the sadness leaves you broken in your bed
I will hold you in the depths of your despair
And it’s all in the name of love

I wanna testify
Scream in the holy light
You bring me back to life
And it’s all in the name of love

In the name of love — name of love
In the name of love — name of love

FAST Sonnets in Cyberspace #1​7

05/31/2023

• May 2023

CAN A TRIP TO THE BATHROOM inspire a poem — and is poetry intended only for English classes and literature textbooks?

To find out, you’re invited to read this newest post from A Slow Life in the FAST Lane:

• Let’s get this clear — the best poetry isn’t meant for English-major types and literary elites, but rather for everyone — after all, I believe every human being is a living story and poem and movie script, all rolled into one — do you believe this too?

• The vocational pastor of the New Jersey church where I grew up, Julian Alexander, spoke about a line from the Ephesians letter — “For we are God’s workmanship aka masterpiece aka handiwork” — and explained that the Greek word utilized here is poēma … and yes, this Greek term is the root of the English word poem

• On a Sunday morning in my teenage youth, he told our Willow Grove church assembly of humans: “You are God’s poem — let that blow your mind”

• What he didn’t say then, as far as I recall, is that every human being will choose whether they want to be God’s unraveled new-creation human poem (aka a good poem) or a twisted old-creation human poem (aka a bad poem) — and this human decision, dovetailing mutually with God’s decision, will essentially determine each person’s destiny — and while he didn’t explain that on the Sunday in question, I believe this is a key corollary facet of the poēma reality … and certainly, this is is what many witnesses have proclaimed for centuries

• See the Poetry Notes below for definitions of a few words and some related thoughts connected to the following sonnet — aka poetic human message — that is meant for everyone who cares to read further…

Yes, you are invited to join in as I aim to share here part of my journey that somehow dovetails with everyone’s human journey — and I invite you to share your journey too, as you so choose, whether in the “Leave a Comment” section or via another blog platform or otherwise:

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OUTDOOR COMMODE — take a hike and a leak —
and bluebird flits to bathroom … I wonder
now: How did Adam name fauna — unique
names for each, creative nomen-thunder-
-clature — sum-times seems Greek to me — and some
question: Did one dude truly give beast-names
to animals — snout, beak, trunk, nose knows — dumb
one and all? So chic — yet do creature-claims
here on earth speak surely of One Divine
Son’s freakish-geekish seeking artistry,
proclaim loudly sans words as stars align
with — and are peak signs of — Mary’s weakly
spoken Word … as clearly as Narnian
persons, one for all, voice-christen Aslan?

© Bruce William Deckert • May 2023

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— POETRY NOTES —

DEFINING TERMS
In a brief poem, surely every word counts — in that light, following is a brief glossary of words that might be less familiar, in the order they appear, with definitions from online dictionaries that correspond with their usage in the sonnet above:

commode • noun — toilet

flit • verb — to pass quickly or abruptly from one place to another

fauna • noun — animal life: especially, the animals characteristic of a region, period or special environment

nomen-thunder-clature • noun — you can search for this word in the dictionary, but don’t expect to find it because I came up with the term on the spot, as a playful variation of the word “nomenclature” — the immediate goal was to rhyme with “wonder” and the added benefit of this made-up hyphenated word is the intimation of the apparently powerful and thunderous aspect of the naming process

nomenclature • noun — name, designation — the devising or choosing of names

chic • adjective — cleverly stylish — currently fashionable

chic • noun — stylishness and elegance, typically of a specified kind — a faddishly popular stylishness or appeal

sans • preposition — without

Narnian • adjective — related or pertaining to Narnia

Narnia • proper noun — a made-up magical land conceived by C.S. Lewis via his seven-book series The Chronicles of Narnia — a domain populated by talking animals and mythical creatures and properly ruled by human beings under Aslan’s ultimate authority

Aslan • proper noun — the main character of The Chronicles of Narnia, a talking lion who is the Creator and One True King of Narnia, the Great Lion, the King above all High Kings in Narnia, the Son of the Emperor-Beyond-The-Sea — derived from the Turkish word for lion — in the world of Narnia, Aslan corresponds to Jesus of Nazareth as He is presented and described and proclaimed in the New Testament documents, rooted in the Old Testament documents, and attested by multiple other historical sources — the same One who is called the Son of God and Son of Man, the Highest Authority and King in the universe who has and holds the Name above all names

ORIGIN STORY
The seed for this poem originated and was planted, as I recall, in the early summer of 2022 just as I began a walk on the Farmington River Trail in Collinsville, Connecticut.

While this sonnet doesn’t explicitly mention the creation-evolution debate, this apparent dispute is intrinsically connected to the poem’s theme — indeed, this debate-dispute-discourse has engulfed and fascinated our society and academia since Charles Darwin published​ “On the Origin of Species​” more than 150 years ago.

Darwin’s book was printed and disseminated in 1859 — at least, most historians and scientists and literary types seem to universally agree this is the year his evidently influential work was produced. Yet how can we know this is accurate aka true?

Let’s consider this question and revisit it another time.

And if you’re wondering: When I refer to “Origin Story” — yes, the pun regarding human origins is both intended and inherent.

DEFINING SPORTS
Since this blog focuses on faith-and-sports topics, each post in FAST Sonnets in Cyberspace has a sports connection, naturally — in this case, hiking.

But is hiking a sport? Most online sources I found via a Google search for “is hiking a sport” say the answer is no. Do you agree?

In my opinion, many human endeavors that aren’t necessarily considered sports can be turned into a game — so in my book, yes, hiking can be considered a sport.

Another more oblique sports connection is the reference to “Greek” in the sonnet’s fifth line — given the link between Greece and Olympic history.

SONNET SCHOOL
What is a sonnet, exactly? Given my experience as an English major and high school English teacher, I thought I knew the essentially definitive answer.

However, as I researched the term sonnet while writing this post, I learned how much more there is to learn about the amazing and classic and intense and magical and splendid communication form known as the sonnet.

So to understand more, let’s go to school — and as the best philosophers and dictionary publishers advise, let’s define terms — in this case by visiting the impromptu FAST Sonnet School:

sonnet • noun — 14-line poem with 10 syllables per line and a specific pattern of rhymes at the end of each line — this definition is my paraphrase and a compilation of several dictionary definitions

Word to the Wise — If you are satisfied with the definition of sonnet in the previous paragraph, you may disembark from this amusement-park ride now — however, if you choose to stay on this roller-coaster train, please buckle your seatbelt and remain seated for the rest of this topsy-turvy linguistic journey:

• The 10 syllables per line can be described as iambic pentameter — and in the next two bullet points you will find (hopefully) simpler explanations of these two potentially obscure literary terms

• The word iambic is listed in Merriam-Webster.com as an adjective or noun — with the apparent root word iamb — and an iamb is a group of two syllables, consisting of one short syllable and one long syllable

• In this usage, the word pentameter refers to a line of poetry comprised of five iambs — equaling 10 syllables — and the prefix penta- comes from the Greek term pénte — or five, per Dictionary.com

Shakespearean Sonnet — Among the various types of sonnets, a Shakespearean or English sonnet features three four-line stanzas (aka quatrains) and a closing couplet — the above poem is essentially a Shakespearean sonnet, albeit with a modified and unconventional closing couplet

• Various sonnet types have various rhyme repetitions, known as a rhyme scheme — that is, the pattern or sequence of rhymes at the end of each line — and Shakespearean aka English sonnets have the following rhyme scheme — abab cdcd efef gg

Sonnet Origins — The word sonnet is derived from the Old Occitan term sonet that means “little song” per online sources — Occitan is a Romance language spoken in southern France and parts of northwest Italy and northern Spain, according to various sources — a Romance language is a language that developed from Latin, such as French or Italian or Spanish, per Merriam-Webster.com

• In my view, the sonnet is one of the best poetic structures for the time-challenged and smartphone-distracted residents of the 21st century — instead of lengthy and time-consuming and potentially laborious free verse, the sonnet offers a brief power-packed literary roller coaster •

Here’s hoping you’ve enjoyed the ride!

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— MORE POETRY NOTES —
— If you have time to keep reading further fascinating info —

SONNET REVISIONS
More than one writing guru has extolled revising and rewriting as a virtue — comparable to tending a garden through pruning and weeding.

• “Rewriting is the essence of writing well: it’s where the game is won or lost” — so says William Zinsser in “On Writing Well: The Classic Guide to Writing Nonfiction” — and by the way, I’ll say the same principle applies to fiction, poetry and every other type of written message, as far as I can see •

• Revising a sonnet is a special exercise — language is jam-packed with so many latent and abundant and multi-layered meanings that can barely be contained in prose •

• With poetry — and especially the friendly and disciplined confines of a sonnet — each word counts exponentially … perhaps exponentially is a hyperbolic term here, but surely every single syllable in a sonnet costs more, coming at a higher premium than a prose-used syllable or word, so a one-word change can be monumental •

• Several lines in this sonnet experienced revisions and makeovers as I transplanted this poem, so to speak, from the original handwritten version in an old-school maroon notebook to a Pages word-processing document on a MacBook Air and then to WordPress — here are a few before-and-after revisions, with the changes underlined:

Original
…and some / question: Did one dude truly give these names / to animals with snout, beak, trunk, nose — dumb / One and all? Come to think, do creature-claims…

After — Take 1
…and some / query: Did man verily give beast-names / to animals with snout, beak, trunk … knows? Dumb / one and all? So chicyet do creature-claims…

After — Take 2
…and some / question: Did one dude truly give beast-names / to animals — snout, beak, trunk, who knows — dumb / one and all? So chic — yet do creature-claims…

After — Take 3 — in the sonnet above
…and some / question: Did one dude truly give beast-names / to animals — snout, beak, trunk, nose knows — dumb / one and all? So chic — yet do creature-claims…

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Original
…proclaim loudly without words — stars align…

After — Take 1 — in the sonnet above
…proclaim loudly sans words as stars align…

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Original
…as clearly as Narnian / persons, one and all, point to Aslan?

After — Take 1 — in the sonnet above
…as clearly as Narnian / persons, one for all, voice-christen Aslan?

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In my opinion, the revised sonnet is better for these makeovers — what is your opinion? Feel free to share your perspective via the “Leave a Comment” link below.

TRAIL MAP FOLLIES + FORESIGHT
Here’s a brief note regarding the nomenclature — in other words, the name — of the Farmington River Trail referenced toward the top of these Poetry Notes, in the “ORIGIN STORY” section:

Upon further review, I checked Google Maps and encountered some confusing designations and multiple trail names — confusing to me, anyway. An ironic twist, given the naming theme of this poem.

According to the Google map that’s on my computer screen as I type these words, this popular pathway isn’t actually called the Farmington River Trail in Collinsville, a distinct village of the town of Canton, Connecticut — not to be confused with Canton, Ohio home of the Pro Football Hall of Fame.

This iconic rails-to-trails boulevard has at least three names in Canton, per Google Maps. Yes, it bears the Farmington River Trail moniker from the Canton Shops on Route 44 going west to River Road aka Route 179 — but then the trail takes a sharp left-hand turn and heads south into Collinsville.

Appropriately, this section of the pathway is called the Collinsville Walking Trail per Google Maps and runs into historic Collinsville, taking a slight left-hand turn as it crosses Route 179 — in another potentially confusing twist, this section of 179 is no longer River Road but rather Bridge Street.

Here, the third trail name comes into play — the Farmington Valley Trail runs concurrently with a Main Street sidewalk, the online map indicates, though only for a stone’s throw after taking that slight left off Bridge Street, and then continues south toward the trail’s footbridge over the Farmington River.

Aren’t you glad you visited A Slow Life in the FAST Lane today?

The next time you’re playing a trivia game and the topic is the trail system in Canton, Connecticut, you’ll be as prepared as a Boy Scout or Girl Scout and you’ll be ready to come to the rescue of your trivia team, like the Coast Guard — for the Guard’s service motto is Semper Paratus, aka Always Ready!

If you wonder how I know this, the answer is twofold:

• 1 — My son is a health-care professional in the Coast Guard, a domestic-focused military affiliate and the only branch of the U.S. Armed Forces in the Department of Homeland Security.
• 2 — As a fact-checking safeguard, I confirmed this motto info via the U.S. Coast Guard Academy website.

THE DEFINING WORD
By the way, my experience is that Google’s maps are helpful, but far from foolproof. The broader category here is the following: Technology is awfully beneficial, except when it isn’t — and especially when it’s awfully harmful.

The Google Maps platform is surely and sorely in this ballpark — Google’s maps are quirky and tricky in such a way that while they can shine light and point in the right direction, they can likewise mislead and misdirect.

As far as I can see, this is the common human experience with virtually all written and visual communication — from the CDC’s COVID guidance, to the instructions accompanying an assembly-required Christmas gift, to a computer manual, to a coach’s work-hard-and-always-hustle injunction, to the Bible itself.

To those who belong to the Church: Are you questioning whether the Bible — aka God’s Word — can be misleading?

Absolutely, the Church affirms that the Bible will shine light on our path throughout our earthly sojourn — yet mis-utilized, the Bible will shine light on the absolute wrong path — and that pathway will lead not to eternal life but to destruction, the Church asserts.

Who and what is the source of such a haunting yet hopeful assessment of the Scriptures, aka the sword of the Spirit?

• First, the “what” answer — the very Bible that the Church proclaims as the written Word of God carries this caveat like an insidious parasite on a viable and healthy living organism: Remember the account of Jesus’ temptation in his biographies ascribed and attributed to Matthew and Luke — commonly known as the Gospels according to Matthew and Luke?

What did Jesus’ enemy quote in a direct attempt to trip up Jesus so He would not only fall — and crash-and-burn — but also fail miserably in His human-and-divine rescue mission?

God’s sworn enemy — who is said to be hell-bent on forever harming and never benefiting human beings — directly quoted God’s own written Word as an apparently viable way to derail Jesus … like a terrorist planting a destructive bomb that somehow appears to be a healing balm on a passenger airplane.

Yes, God’s Google Maps tool — known as the holy and healing and ultimately health-giving Scriptures, aka the Holy Bible — can equally be an unholy and poisonous and ultimately harmful map tool when utilized inaccurately and mistakenly, whether in a naively unwitting way or a deliberately deceitful way.

Mind-boggling and maddening, yes — yet also a sad but true reality, as far as I can see.

Some classic lyrics by gifted songsmith Bruce Cockburn — a poem-spinning and storytelling Canadian treasure among countless other Canadian treasures — apply here:

• Sunset is an angel weeping
Holding out a bloody sword —
No matter how I squint I cannot
Make out what it’s pointing toward

Sometimes the best map will not guide you —
You can’t see what’s round the bend —
Sometimes the road leads through dark places —
Sometimes the darkness is your friend •

—Bruce Cockburn • Pacing The Cage

• Second, the “who” answer — Jesus of Nazareth Himself is the source of this assessment of the Scriptures.

The Bible proclaims Him not only as God’s incarnate-and-crucified-and-risen Son, but also as the human-and-divine Living Word who can and will properly arbitrate and elucidate and translate God’s human-and-divine written word, aka the Bible. Remember, when He was presented with a presumably wise course of action via God’s written word — by His sworn enemy — He resisted the persuasive temptation by appealing to, yes, God’s written word. In other words, Jesus knows the proper timing and the correct interpretation regarding how and when to apply the Bible’s written instructions.

To those who don’t belong to the Church: Are you questioning whether the Bible is reliable at all and whether Jesus’ victory over death in sudden-death overtime — aka His Easter resurrection, as described and defined in the New Testament — is a reality?

Vis-à-vis my doubts, in my best moments I believe that Jesus of Nazareth is essentially the Most Real Person in the universe and thus the Best Person to ultimately follow and listen to and trust on our shared flesh-and-blood journey — and He’s the Ultimate Best Teacher to ask the questions posed in this blog post, along with every other question that has ever been asked or ever will be asked by we mere human beings who desperately and surely need His new-creation solution for the life-and-death questions and conundrums we inevitably face in our human quest to discover the meaning and message of life.

In other words: Jesus is the decisive Person and the defining Word across human history.

To all those who belong to the human race:
What do you believe about the value of poetry and storytelling, and the meaning of life, and the life-and-death reality of Jesus of Nazareth?

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If you’ve read this far — thank you and kudos to you!

Thanks for taking the time to stop by… and it’s safe to say I got carried away with this blog post, by far the lengthiest FAST Sonnets in Cyberspace entry in the history of A Slow Life in the FAST Lane.

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In February, I also got carried away (so to speak) when I penned by far the lengthiest publisher’s Leading Off column in the brief history of Today Publishing — here is that commentary article:

Contemplating marriage, divorce and genocide

For those who don’t know, I produce a monthly publication called Today Magazine via my role as publisher and editor-in-chief of Today Publishing — in a significant way, this has been a necessity-is-the-mother-of-invention venture marked by many twists and turns and ups and downs. Yes, the roller-coaster metaphor comes to mind again.

Another metaphor occurs to me: If ESPN Digital Media — one of my former employers— is a 20-something media empire of sorts, Today Publishing is a mere preschooler among media outlets.

ESPN Digital Media is the rebranded newer identity of ESPN. com, the website that launched in April 1995, and therefore the math is clear — ESPN Digital Media turned 28 years old last month. Meanwhile, Today Publishing turned 4 years old in October 2022.

​Today Magazine t​ied 50-year-old Connecticut Magazine​ — perhaps the state’s most well-known publication —​ for the most first-place mag awards in the Society of Professional Journalists contest in 2022.
Today Magazine wins 12 more SPJ awards

Today Publishing debuted with Canton Today Magazine in October 2018, added Avon Today and Simsbury Today in April 2019, and then combined as tri-town Today Magazine in July 2019 before branching out as a full-fledged Farmington Valley publication in July 2020 — covering the heart of the Valley and recording the underreported upside of the Valley community.

We focus on these five core Valley towns — Avon, Canton, Farmington, Granby and Simsbury — yet our news coverage encompasses and includes and incorporates Greater Hartford and Greater Torrington and, in significant ways, the entire state of Connecticut as well as all of New England, the entire United States and the far-flung global human community on planet Earth.

Yes, Today Publishing covers the heart of the Farmington Valley via community news that matters nationwide and worldwide.

How is our coverage national and global, you ask?

Here’s one simple answer — we’ve featured a cover story about adoption in October 2022 and about foster care in May 2023. Correct me if I’m wrong: These two topics are national, global and universal in scope … in my opinion, anyway. What is your opinion?

Today Publishing is the DBA name (doing business as) of BWD Publishing LLC, the media outlet I established in January 2018. Our first publication appeared nine months later.

Take care, Godspeed, and onward and upward in this proverbial journey of life and storytelling +

© Bruce William Deckert • May 2023

FAST Fiction: Fall Classic Dream State #13

02/28/2023

Posted — February 2023

What happens to a dream deferred?
— Langston Hughes

Somewhere out there someone’s saying a prayer
That we’ll find one another in that big somewhere out there
… Somewhere out there, if love can see us through
Then we’ll be together somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true
— Linda Ronstadt & James Ingram — Somewhere Out There

Synchronized with the rising moon
Even with the evening star
They were true love written in stone
…Oh, yes, other hearts were broken and other dreams ran dry…
— James Taylor — Never Die Young

Fall Classic Dream State:
Part 123456789101112

Once upon a couch, I was home watching the pregame show before the decisive game of the 2000 World Series — the Mets-Yankees Subway Series — but I fell asleep just before the first pitch, and soon I began to dream…

In this surreal yet seems-so-real dream — paradoxically haunting-and-hopeful and lucid-and-confusing and real-life-and-trance-like — I’ve been whisked from one location to another in an astounding narrative…

…from my couch in a Connecticut Cape-Cod-style home to New York City, from the pinnacle of the Empire State Building to a strange parade in the Canyon of Heroes along Broadway, from the Bronx to the 9/11 crash site of United Airlines Flight 93 in western Pennsylvania close to Shanksville — indeed, a shank to human hearts, uniting everyone on board in the spasm of death and the chasm between a seemingly unknown afterlife and the aspiration of a hoped-for and dreamed-of new creation destination.

9/11, you ask? Yes, my whisking dream-induced journey has included time travel — when I fell asleep, I was watching the 2000 World Series on Fox TV and listening to broadcasters Joe Buck and Tim McCarver, but in the proverbial twinkling of an eye I witnessed the Twin Towers implode on September 11, 2001 and then watched the plummeting and exploding of Flight 93.

The time travel continues, for after being present on 9/11, I was taken to Yankee Stadium during Game 7 of the 2004 American League Championship Series — and according to the prophetic headline at the NYC Canyon-of-Heroes parade, the Red Sox routed the Yankees in Game 7 in the Bronx to complete a historic comeback from a 3-0 series deficit, the first time in Major League Baseball history that a team accomplished this feat.

How on earth could this have happened, I wonder, shaking my head — speaking of surreal dreams, how can we be sure this Red Sox resurrection actually occurred?

And now, suddenly, I’ve been transported from the 2004 ALCS Bronx massacre to a farm-and-barn converted into a church in Connecticut’s Farmington Valley — on my wedding day, of all blazing-amazing summer days, at a breathtaking outdoor sanctuary adjacent to a sure-flowing stream and woodland wonderland.

However, in a paparazzi flash my bride and I have disappeared and the temperature has plummeted to sub-freezing. The woodland has instantly turned into a winter wonderland — except for a glaring issue: I’ve never seen a winter wonderland that resembles a crime scene. Where my bride and I were standing on that distant summer’s day, three dark-blue baseball caps lay where our feet had trod … a Boston Red Sox cap with the classic red B and a New York Yankees cap with the interconnected white N-and-Y — and a third cap in-between with the NY and the B interlocked as three joined superimposed letters.

Why is this an apparent crime scene? Underneath the three caps, a blood-red mark in the shape of a heart stains the virgin snow near the bottom of the gentle slope where the seats and witnesses at this outdoor sanctuary rise and fall.

At the top of the slope, the tallest woman I’ve ever seen begins to descend the stairway toward where I stand hard by the heart-shaped stain — clearly, she would be the most imposing center in the WNBA. She somehow resembles a larger version of my bride, but besides the gargantuan size, another off-putting anomaly betrays that this isn’t my better half but rather an impostor.

As I try to pinpoint the anomaly, in my peripheral vision I see ancient Miracle Max of “The Princess Bride” — he’s back again, and now he’s running in circles in the snow on the outdoor podium, chased by an equally ancient woman.

Max cries out to her, “Get away, witch” — but she replies, “I’m not a witch, I’m your wife!”

When I look back at the WNBA-sized giant lady descending the stairs, I see more clearly not only her beauty but also her terrifying cruel bearing and her royal scarlet robe and her lily-white skin, which jars me to recognition — indeed, this must be Queen Jadis of Narnia, the infamous White Witch. Then I faintly hear a woman’s cold words in my mind, though the Witch’s lips remain motionless, intoning in a mocking sing-song voice: “Always winter, but never Christmas — always winter, but never Christmas — always winter, but never Christmas!”

Miracle Max has stopped running from his wife and instead is staring — no, glaring — at the White Witch, and he says:
“Kid, be careful — this broad is bad news through and through.”

Then, in a moment that seems simultaneously like eons and a sneeze’s swift expulsion-propulsion, I’m transported to an indoor auditorium in New Jersey — I can somehow sense that I’m in the Garden State, even though Bruce Springsteen’s “Born to Run” isn’t being piped over the intercom. Instead, Mrs. C is announcing my name over a loudspeaker. I pick up a mimeographed program from a banquet table and peer at the header — An Evening With the English Classes of The Covenant Master’s School • Fanfield, New Jersey — and I see my name next to: “Dreams” by Langston Hughes.

Mrs. C calls my name once … twice … three times — but no dice. I try to reply and say “I’m here” but that disconcerting and disturbing dream-turned-to-nightmare phenomenon is occurring as we speak, so to speak — namely, try as I might, I can’t speak at all. Against my will, I’m muzzled and mute.

So instead of me reciting the fabled Langston Hughes poem, an unidentified young man steps to the microphone — my gut conveys an unsettling sensation to my heart as his quasi-blondish locks glisten in the artificial inside light — and he reads these lines in a certain calculated way:

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.

Why was I unable to voice the poet’s dream lines?

Earlier that day, after the Covenant baseball game where I played center field and batted leadoff, my Dad took my alter ego to dinner at a Chinese restaurant in Plainwood, my hometown and Fanfield’s neighboring city, and we lost track of time — or time lost track of us — or we simply ignored the ticking onslaught of time.

Instantaneously, Miracle Max transports me back to the frozen outdoor wedding venue — in-between bites of a fortune cookie — at least, I believe Max was the human conductor.

The White Witch is now standing beside me, towering over me, and when Max turns his gaze toward me, his face contorts in shock and horror and he shouts: “Hey kid, what happened to you — you’re looking beastly!”

Glancing at my hands, instead of human appendages I see hideous fur-covered paws featuring claws rather than fingernails. The immediate association that springs into my mind and memory is unmistakable — beastly, indeed — I’ve evidently become the antagonist-protagonist fusion from Disney’s Beauty and the Beast.

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By the way, momentarily returning to the summer scene, blazing is surely an accurate description of that mid-90s August wedding day — mid-90s not in years but in degrees. Indeed, no wedding would be complete without the Murphy’s Law factor coming into play — when the bride and groom selected tuxedos the winter before, the tux salesman failed to illuminate that the tux they chose was intended for a freezing-cold day as opposed to a sweltering summertime day.

Can you guess the seasonal fashion gaffe this soon-to-be bride and groom inadvertently made?

Here’s a hint: sheep-shearing.

Given this hint and your innate human power of deduction, if you surmise that this nuptial-planning couple picked out wool tuxedos, you are correct — yes, wool tuxedos that five groomsman and two Dads and the groom wore by necessity in the midst of the dog days of summer.

At day’s end, the groom’s Dad — who would sweat buckets sitting stationary in a T-shirt in humid heat — took off an utterly drenched and soaked-through tuxedo. It appeared he had worn the tux while swimming in the Sanchiz’s pool back home in Plainwood … or so he wished, by George!

Meanwhile, back at the frigid outside sanctuary, my true bride and my true self are still nowhere in sight.

To be continued

© Bruce William Deckert 2023

FAST Fiction: Fall Classic Dream State #12

01/31/2023

Posted — January 2023

“I still have a dream … I have a dream today.”
— Martin Luther King Jr.

Missing message in a hollow tree,
Hidden deep inside a memory —
And the memory seems like dreams,
Hundreds of hopes in the past,
Nevertheless it was never the last,
Hold on strong or you fade out fast —
And only one, only one…
— James Taylor song — Only One

So come lose your life for a carpenter’s son,
For a madman who died for a dream…
— Michael Card song — God’s Own Fool

Fall Classic Dream State:
Part 1234567891011

Once upon a couch, I was home watching the pregame show before the decisive game of the 2000 World Series — the Mets-Yankees Subway Series — but I fell asleep just before the first pitch, and soon I began to dream…

In this lucid dream, I’ve been watching a strange parade in New York City’s Canyon of Heroes, and now the second parade float is in view, with a sign that reads — 2004: Red Sox rout Yankees in Game 7, finish historic comeback •

The faint strains of a familiar song waft in the coal-dark atmosphere — the organ accompaniment is unmistakable as “Take Me Out To The Ballgame” plays — and suddenly I’m in the Bronx at Yankee Stadium.

As I approach the stadium, I absent-mindedly glance down. On the ground, staring up at me and gleaming from some undetected light source, is a coin. I pick it up with my left hand, bending down from my waist, mindful of stretching my hamstrings, like when I tie my shoes, since that’s a natural way to stretch those key muscles — a least-I can-do training exercise in my office-bound ESPN career existence.

When I straighten again and look up — oh my, I’m no longer at Yankee Stadium. Somehow I’ve been transported to a farm field with a view of a barn, and I’m able to see through the walls. This is no ordinary barn, for wooden pews fill the rustic inside and a large cross hangs from the ceiling. The barn has been converted into a church.

Walking across the farm property, I arrive at a sylvan outdoor sanctuary that holds a hundred souls in attendance at a wedding beside a holy stream and forest wise.

Instantly, I recognize the venue and occasion — this is my wedding day, and I clearly see myself the Yankee fan and my bride the Red Sox fan standing side-by-side facing a trio of pastors as strains of the triumphant hymn “Joyful, Joyful, We Adore Thee” waft through the humid 95-degree August air.

My hands are closed as I view this scene in wonder and amazement, and when I open my left hand there is nothing in my palm — as if a magic trick has caused the coin I picked up at Yankee Stadium to disappear. But when I open my right hand, I see a quarter — inspecting it more closely, it’s a New Jersey state quarter, hearkening back to my home-state roots.

When I look up again, my bride and I have inexplicably vanished from the serene woodland sanctuary — but beyond the pastor trio is someone else I’d missed before. On a wooden podium stands a man who looks like Miracle Max of “Princess Bride” fame, who had been at the parade earlier. His ancient face is framed in sadness, yet his eyes twinkle hopefully as he calls out a clear question: “What’s so important — what you got here that’s worth living for?”

A breeze rustles the trees surrounding the outdoor sanctuary, and blowing in that wind a voice from an unseen speaker replies: “True love” — and then in a flash I’m suddenly back at Yankee Stadium, coin in hand.

Looking once more at the quarter, I see the words “New Jersey” and “Crossroads of the Revolution” and “E Pluribus Unum” — the Latin motto of the United States, meaning “out of many, one” — and two inscribed silver numerals: 1787 and 1999.

A man in an Easter-egg-blue three-piece suit walks past me and declares, “That quarter was produced in 1787 and New Jersey was established in 1999” — utter confidence oozing from his voice — and right on his heels a man wearing a tattered maroon sweater says softly, “That quarter was made in 1999 and New Jersey was founded in 1787.”

So there is a significant interpretation difference related to this coin — two drastically different takes on how to understand what the numbers on this state quarter mean and how those dates are to be accurately construed and understood and explained.

In another flash, I’m taken back to the tranquil outdoor sanctuary, except the seasons have changed and a winter’s day reigns over frozen snow-covered farm fields. My bride and I are still nowhere in sight, and on the snow-covered ground, right where we had been standing, are three dark-blue baseball caps: a Boston Red Sox cap with the iconic red B and a New York Yankees cap with the interlocking white N and Y — and a third cap in-between with the interlocking NY and the B joined as one.

Beneath the three caps, a heart-shaped crimson stain seeps into the once-pristine snow.

To be continued

© Bruce William Deckert 2023

FAST Sonnets in Cyberspace #1​6

10/27/2022

Birth-Celebrating + Birthday Poem #2

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Slightly less emphatically than her bro
(As ounces go) she appeared gracefully
In my still-broken life with angel’s glow
Befitting a daughter’s birth on hotly
Contested, oh-blazing-like-sages day
For the ages. From cradle, sensitive
As springtime sky and summer-wild bouquet
And autumn sun. Ice-like competitive
Too — revealed as she grew and played on field
Of green. But first: Mohawk infancy, shock
Of dark hair, unlocking a youthful yield
To rebel ’do — now, new, she’s on Life’s clock.
Dad unseen, undo, hew, renew her true —
In Way this human dad could never do.

© Bruce William Deckert 2022

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Related Post:
Birth-Celebrating + Birthday Poem #1
 — in Luke’s honor

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October 27, 2022

POETRY 411 NOTES

• Birthday Milestone for My Daughter
Kayla Anneliese Deckert was born 27 years and three months ago — give or take three days — to glad and proud parents Bruce Deckert and Mina Elizabeth Sykes Deckert, at 2:11 a.m. on July 30, 1995.

Today, the day this sonnet is being posted, happens to be Mina’s birthday. The following thoughts in honor of Kayla’s and Mina’s birthdays are restated — for helpful emphasis and for good reason — from my sonnet post honoring Luke Deckert’s birthday earlier this year … and away we go:

Kayla and her older brother Luke are dynamic human products of a true marriage marked by true love.

Since Mina and I started dating on November 8, 1986 — after meeting in 1984 — our relationship has been marked by more ups and downs than a roller coaster … friendship brewing like good strong coffee, marital hurts and anger flaring sometimes too often, and then friendship and passion renewing.

Yet the bottom line, from my vantage point, is that we’ve shared real love aka true love — a real-life and real-world and genuine relationship — and that’s the best love and best connection, in my book, even in the face of our more recent heartache. Far better than a beyond-marriage, way-beyond-the-boundary-of-the-Pride-Lands “romantic relationship” that chases fantasies and false love.

It is hard to comprehend that Kayla’s birth occurred nearly three decades ago — wow, 27+ years evidently goes by in a few blinks of the eye.

By the way, Kayla married Andrew Tyson on July 1, 2017 — so her name now is Kayla (Deckert) Tyson — and yes, I’m now proud of my son Luke and my daughter and son-in-law, who is in the final stage of training to become a Green Beret in the U.S. Army Special Forces.

Oh, one more name note: Kayla’s middle name (Anneliese) is a nod to my Mom, Anneliese Stickel (Deckert) Baker, aka Kayla’s Grammy — she passed away in August 2009 at 72 years of age.

• Storied Sports History
This blog focuses on faith-and-sports issues, so each FAST Sonnet in Cyberspace has a sports connection.

In this case, the most visible sports-related line in Kayla’s sonnet is this one: “Ice-like competitive / Too — revealed as she grew and played on field / Of green.”

Kayla’s stellar sports, academic and career history has been evident throughout her life — in the sports realm alone, she played at Messiah College, a small-college soccer powerhouse, where she excelled as a two-time First Team All-American.

For a list of her soccer honors and accomplishments, see her Messiah Women’s Soccer bio — click here — and naturally, I’m proud of her character intangibles and off-the-field accomplishments too.

• Sonnet Rundown: Less Is More
This is an English (aka Shakespearean) sonnet — a 14-line poem with 10 syllables per line, featuring three four-line stanzas and a closing couplet, with this rhyme scheme: abab cdcd efef gg

In my book, the sonnet is the best poem structure for the time-challenged and smartphone-distracted residents of the 21st century — instead of lengthy and laborious free verse, the sonnet offers a quick and power-packed literary roller coaster … here’s hoping you’ve enjoyed this ride.

FAST Sonnets in Cyberspace #1​5​

02/03/2022

Birth-Celebrating + Birthday Poem #1

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He entered my still-broken world one bright
Winter morn — ten pounds of emphatic boy,
Wrapped sure in swaddling clothes of our delight,
Incarnate miracle — tidings of joy!
With newborn’s cries a symphony to start
A trio, I held you — and your wailing
Ceased as you rested close to your Dad’s heart.
But memories of a father’s failing
Sail along with newfound bliss — unwelcome
Barnacles clinging to hull of my soul.
Forgive me, son, when fear mocks and makes dumb
My hope — Best Dad, help navigate this shoal.
Our two-ordered lives You have rearranged —
Let son-forsaken past be ever changed.

© Bruce William Deckert 2022

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Related Post:
Birth-Celebrating + Birthday Poem #2
​ — in Kayla’s honor​

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February 2022

POETRY 411 NOTES

• Milestone Birthday for My Son
Luke George Deckert was born 30 years ago today, to proud and glad parents Bruce Deckert and Mina Elizabeth Sykes Deckert — at 10:24 a.m. on February 3, 1992.

As I mentioned to Luke recently, he and Kayla are dynamic human products of a true marriage marked by true love — I didn’t employ those exact words in our conversation, but when one has an opportunity to put thoughts into writing, it’s possible to fine-tune and hone the message.

Since Mina and I started dating on November 8, 1986 — after meeting in 1984 — our relationship has been marked by more ups and downs than a roller coaster … friendship brewing like good strong coffee, marital hurts and anger flaring perhaps too often, and then friendship and passion renewing. But the bottom line, from my vantage point, is that we’ve shared real love — not a fake paste-on-a-smile and pretend-you’re-happy relationship, but instead a real-life and true-love and real-world relationship … and that’s the best kind, in my book, even in the face of our more recent heartache.

It is hard to comprehend that Luke’s birth occurred three decades ago — wow, 30 years can apparently go by in a few blinks of the eye.

• Storied Sports History
This blog focuses on faith-and-sports issues, so each FAST Sonnet in Cyberspace has a sports connection. In this case, see the reference in the ninth line to sailing, calling to mind competitions such as America’s Cup — the oldest trophy in international sport, dating back to 1851 and predating the modern Olympics by 45 years, according to the Cup website.

When I penned that sailing reference, I had no clue that Luke would be a seven-year veteran of the Coast Guard upon his 30th birthday — I’m thankful for his service.

Further, Luke’s stellar sports history has been evident throughout his life, complementing an outstanding academic and career history. He was a three-sport captain on his high school soccer and basketball and baseball teams, attaining all-conference in soccer and baseball. College sports didn’t pan out — giving him more time for other pursuits — but a local baseball coach I know who has trained many college ballplayers says Luke had the talent to play Division I college ball.

Naturally, I’m even more proud of his character intangibles and off-the-field accomplishments.

Regarding the college baseball coach who released Luke in the last round of cuts during his freshman-year tryout — as far as I’m concerned, not keeping Luke was clearly that coach’s loss. Again, Luke pursued other worthwhile college endeavors … and God has a Way of working these circumstances for good. I’m hoping and praying that this will be the case in every circumstance in Luke’s life and in our family.

• Sonnet Rundown
This is an English (aka Shakespearean) sonnet — a 14-line poem with 10 syllables per line, comprised of three four-line stanzas and a closing couplet, with this rhyme scheme: abab cdcd efef gg.

• Sonnet-Wise, Less Is More
For my money, the sonnet is the best poem structure for the time-challenged and smartphone-distracted residents of the 21st century here in the so-called First World — instead of lengthy free verse, the sonnet offers a quick and power-packed reading adventure.

Luke is typically a man of few words, as the saying goes — certainly, a man of fewer spoken words than his Dad — so in that light, the sonnet is an especially fitting poem form to celebrate his birthday.

FAST Sonnets in Cyberspace #14

08/31/2021

A Wedding Poem

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“With this ring I wed thee,” we pledged that day
when diamond-vow made moons before our sun
gave cause to rise — we gave our lives away,
by holy stream and forest wise undone.
Un-secure I felt, undone still — sunset
vision, a beauty framed in brilliant light
descends from virgin clouds — can I forget
memory’s haunting dreams of son-sad night?
Oh, still my hope of home, like sunrise roar,
grows day by day — though surely rising slow —
and held in soar-embrace, I wait-endure.
Love’s mystery remains, but this I know:
Every wife-jewel costs all beauty on earth —
And all jewels pale in light of her love’s worth.

© Bruce William Deckert 1992-2021 — posted: August 2021

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August 2021

POETRY 411 NOTES

Marriage Memories
More than three decades ago this month — on August 6, 1988 — Mina and I were married on a blazing day at an amazing venue: an outdoor sanctuary in Connecticut’s spectacular Farmington Valley. I penned the original version of this sonnet for her in the early days of our marriage — the above version has been revised, making the sentiment less personal and more global in certain ways, given what has transpired in the past couple of years … anyone who is aware of the recent history of our relationship understands the heartbreaking circumstance I’m referring to.

Marriage Musings #1
Yet to me, the occasion of our wedding is surely worth commemorating upon this 33rd anniversary of the month we married. The reality of our union as seen in our son and daughter will make every anniversary of our wedding day worthy of celebrating, in the midst of heartache — a heartache, by the way, that every spouse in every marriage experiences and that is part-and-parcel of the true joy and true love of the marital union. Indeed, marriage heartache well-endured and well-managed leads to deeper joy and truer love when both spouses want and seek such rapture together.

Marriage Musings #2
When the endurance runs longer, measured by decades not years, the love and joy grow stronger … when both spouses choose to cultivate their relationship with companionship and camaraderie — like garden flowers given the tender care of time and the rootedness of long-term commitment and the fertilizer of forgiveness.

Marriage Musings #3
Yes, heartache attends every human heart, as the close companion to and flip side of hopeful joy — and therefore every spouse in every marriage of a human man and woman can experience a paradoxical hopeful heartache, whether the marriage is hitting on all cylinders or, conversely, is splitting like the atom. Yet even then, when the marriage splits open like an atomic blast, wounding hearts in a perfect and horrific storm, the ensuing energy can be harnessed — for wholesome and life-giving destruction as well as conclusive and life-growing construction.

Whew … who knew true love is such a messy blessing of paradox and poignancy, of gravity and buoyancy, of modesty and flamboyancy … OK, maybe I’m getting carried away, but I sense another sonnet in the wind.

Ring of Truth
Since this blog focuses on faith-and-sports issues, each FAST Sonnet in Cyberspace has a sports connection — in this case, see the first-line reference to a ring … yes, a fleeting and perhaps oblique sports theme, yet fitting. The Olympic rings are the symbol of the ultimate in athletic training and achievement — and given the New Testament’s elucidation vis-à-vis the training and true love Jesus of Nazareth offers His bride, aka the body of Christ, the connection is as clear as day. Jesus also promises to be with and stay with His bride, providing the ability and can-do perseverance and wherewithal to make this marriage work … that is, both survive and thrive.

Sonnet Synopsis
This is an English (or Shakespearean) sonnet — a 14-line poem with 10 syllables per line, comprised of three four-line stanzas and a closing couplet, employing this rhyme scheme: abab cdcd efef gg.

Busy-Friendly Poetry
In my book, the sonnet is the best poem for the ever-busy residents of the 21st century — no time for lengthy free verse? No problem … a sonnet takes perhaps a minute to read.

Someday, I may post the original version of this sonnet — in the meantime, thanks for stopping by.