The Guardian

Did you protest when assigned those years ago,
Pure spirit, my choices surely you’d know,
What a hassle it would be as you would ride,
All those years restless, steadfast by my side.

Who am I to receive you, most loyal of friends,
The ups and downs, never consistent trends,
Your whispers I heard in my quiet ears,
Most times your reason could qualm all my fears.

Sometimes I forgot your sound advice to heed,
Forgetting my Faith, forsaking my creed,
Your back on me you never turned,
Loyal and true even though you were spurned.

I love you my friend, my steadfast guide,
Guardian, protector, please no more hide,
Show me your face so that I may know,
The angel that watches, the one called Pisio...

Blah

I can not wait for July to be over with. It is a hard month anyway because it is that time of year we get to remember my father and his untimely passing two years ago. This month though, this year it has been even rougher than last year. Three people I know have passed away after losing their battles with cancer and a young man I knew from Maui died tragically in a car accident on the 4th of July. There was a murder suicide in St. Louis across the street from my aunts house, co-workers are leaving and overall I have little or know energy... Thank goodness after next week, I have two weeks with nothing to distract me but my wife and son...

Prayers...

Pisio