The Things One Finds When Moving
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Posted:May 14, 2008 8:29 pm
Last Updated:Oct 2, 2011 6:24 am 11422 Views
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The first poem, my first work, that was published, came from this photo…Dark Side of Light
Sometimes you are on
The dark side of light
Unable to see
But in special places like this
Light dances with dark
And your heart begins to see.
Even as the dust is stirred up
And clarity is lessened
The dance goes on
My mind spins in dance
Releasing dirt and debris
And my heart begins to be
GBY
© Duane
published May 2001 |
I just got word that Grandpa’s place was going to be torn down. The emotion surged with: its meaning not defined. What I felt was an urgency to get some photographs. Not one journey, but many through the months of September, October, and November.
The process of being out there…of remembering, churned within me. Some of the memories brought a sense of fondness…of kindness…of relationships to people and places. This remembering brought the pieces of my legacy together.
But there is more:…the ruins…the colors…the grass…the light. Each giving the legacy form. What appeared to the naked eye at first glance as waste, death, and destruction, was slowly transformed by my eye within.
Being able to see with my heart became the key.
For an endless moment there seemed to be no words, but the flow of light gave meaning. The sunlight streamed through the dry rot walls captures the minute particles of dust; a fog that brings out that which is hidden and reflects it for me to see. A transparent grace,
So the particles are here--brought into light–captured by my words. The pieces of my legacy together and illumined and richly formed.
Tear it down they may. But my heart will always hold picture, forever ingrained.
This is a brief piece of a book I wrote “A Legacy Told” for my family for Christmas nine years ago. The photography makes the book work…We made six hand made copies and then hard bound the pages carefully enhanced photos and pieces of who I am…my Father past away two years ago and I have been asked to give his copy to the Minnesota Historical Society…
From time to time I have though of remaking the book and publishing it…Hmmmm…Not sure…
It is amazing the things one finds around the home when packing for moving …
Duane Botzek
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Just Breathe
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Posted:May 9, 2008 5:36 am
Last Updated:Oct 2, 2011 6:25 am 11127 Views
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When the world
Ices over you
When you have no voice
The walls to freedom are so thick
You still have a choice
Just breathe
A door may not be
Opening for you
Even the ice always cracks
There is a window for you
So when lost or fighting attack
Just breathe
GBY
Duane Botzek © 2008
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Waiting for a door to open does not always happen when we need it or want it to. But God will provide a window at these times if only in our minds…Remember the walls to freedom maybe strong but they crack much like ice…find your window and just breathe….
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Together We Let The Sunshine In
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Posted:May 2, 2008 7:29 am
Last Updated:Oct 28, 2009 4:28 pm 10982 Views
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The world changes so fast but sometimes the things one thinks must have changed over time have not…it hurts making one angry and sad… Yet…there are individuals making a difference letting the sun shine in…
Gby and difference you are making in the world…
Together We Let The Sunshine In…
My world is changing fast
From when I was young
Yet some old traditions
Still hurt leaving Joy unsung
I’m still God’s
The world lost a neighbor…a fast
From a sad life style plaguing...beginning young
An old self-abuse habit
Drinking away…his life unsung
Uncharacteristic of God’s
His funeral is today
It is a cold, cloudy, drizzly...gray
His family’s church turns him away
Even thou the parents are faithful all the way
Grateful to be God’s
I walked with the Pastor this morning
He is always there for me
I walked today for him
Together we let the sunshine in
He is God’s
He will hold the service this morning
Bring the families together
Reassuring that all are welcome
No matter how or when
Words from God’s
It is sad to see a church turn away
When law overrules faith
A prodigal he was
His parents loved him still
No matter what
No matter when
He is still God’s
GBY
DUANE © 2008
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I Let the Sunrise In
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Posted:Mar 31, 2008 7:14 am
Last Updated:Dec 4, 2010 4:49 pm 10357 Views
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I Let the Sunrise In
This morning I did something
I hope is not a sin
I drove burning up a lot of gas
Back round North Shore’s bend
I let the sunrise in
Driving into a daybreak
A tone of color vibratingly sings
This insider’s heart colors meet the skies
And that is the hardest of things
When I don’t have wings
Don’t drive
For fun boy
Driven is not
Just for fun boy
Travel a new road
For a reason
You find the reason
Is in you
I was talking to a friend about when we find God sometimes. One thing we both experience was that just when we need God the most we pray, we talk and talk, we cry, we shout, we become anger at ourselves and we try to worship God. Finally we tier from the load we carrier. Then we both have experienced something unexpected, it felt like God says “shut up,” “clear your mind, just sit, listen, and let me worship unto you.” When our mind finally slows down, worship can begin. I have found my worship time to be wonderful and gracious while driving new and old back roads at sunrise…Our colors come together in worship…
DUANE © 2008
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Taste of Colors
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Posted:Mar 28, 2008 4:40 pm
Last Updated:Dec 4, 2010 4:50 pm 10553 Views
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This is a piece I wrote a long time ago…
While finding me...
It is the named I chose for my blog…
My colors are within…
Sometimes I am afraid to show them…
And that is my fault…
Then I can’t see my colors anymore…
Until I close my eyes…
While I dream
I can taste them
And the taste of many colors
Springs my hearts taste buds
Favored by the seasoning of God’s salt
Taste of Colors
Spring colors are appearing
And winter comes to a halt
But still, just a touch of frost
But it is not my fault
You’ve tasted my changing heart’s colors
Like I crave for strawberry malt
With envy lust and desire
But it is not my fault
I’ve found center
And balance in my core
Our journeys are of a separate route
I’ve grown; new colors,
New hues and new depths
I’m finding my purpose.
This once was my doubt
I have been afraid
Of my fault
My colors stop me
From forgiving me
And I’m afraid that is my fault
Now my colors are seasoned
And God is my salt
Spring colors are appearing
And winter comes to a halt
But still, just a touch of His grace
Afraid to show my colors
Spring colors from within
Afraid to show my fault
But it is me
And it is God I exalt
GBY
© Duane 2008 |
Changing and the hunger of growth is my fault but everything else around me is not. I am responsible for me fulfilling what purpose (or the colors) that God has toned within me. I can’t make the winter stay, I can’t stay the old me. It is a daily renew of the Spirit within me of many colors. Out of the new colors, new hues and new depth comes the taste. And the taste is by Gods grace.
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Leaving Blog Land
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Posted:Mar 20, 2008 6:36 am
Last Updated:Dec 4, 2010 4:52 pm 10547 Views
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Could that be the reason?
Many bloggers write for many different reasons
Many bloggers stay and many leave in their own season
Many times I have almost gone away
But for some reason, through the season I stay
Maybe it is because we learn to love each other…
Could that be the reason?
GBY
Duane © March 2008 |
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Only My Hold Being Knows
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Posted:Mar 20, 2008 2:51 am
Last Updated:May 14, 2008 8:15 pm 10461 Views
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Only My Hold Being Knows
He knows my name
That is my haven
But what do I know?
Maybe I never lived
And maybe die not making my purpose
Does that make being born
Good or bad?
So what do I know?
Been fired like the clay
Says my heart
Been washed and born of water
Says my soul
I see mysteries appear in words and time
I see mysteries of creation and
Mysteries of disappearance
In the world there is a four count rhythm
To the seasons, to life, to death
And to everything that breathes
Sometimes my rhythm is an imperfect friend
To the world
My dearest friend is not of this world
These are things…only my hold being knows
GBY
DUANE © 2008
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Voice in the Shadows
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Posted:Mar 16, 2008 1:06 pm
Last Updated:Sep 12, 2011 3:08 pm 10652 Views
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It is a new day and I was cleaning and packing up my home…All the things from the auction have been picked up now…I was pickup trash were the auction tent was set up and the light was playing with the shades of color and shadows…I began to remember the master voice of the auctioneer and shades and shadows behind his voice…then I had to stop for a while and write these words down…
The Auctioneer’s Voice in the Shadows
He’s seated in the outer dimmer light
His voice echoing in the lighted auction ring
The clouded light of day behind him
Beyond the cattle, beyond the crowd,
His voice throws shades of shadowed light
One onto the auction ring in the tent
And onto pages of cattle cards before him
And in his mind
He makes each animal’s history come alive
Her dam, her dam’s dam
Her sire, her sire’s sire
In words he has written on each shuffled page
The other is a voice of the now and future
How she is, and will become
A master in voice
Spoken so fast it is a language of its own
Does one voice hide inside the other?
As his voice dances in a chant
Lifting, building, moving you, pulling you in
To where he wants you to go
Caught in the light
Moving in darkness
It’s my time to let go
GBY
Duane © 2008
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God is within the Light…and the Light is within God….
Moving within darkness…and the darkness must let go…
It’s my time to let go…When I do…God will never let me go…
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To The Giver of Life
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Posted:Mar 7, 2008 5:48 pm
Last Updated:Sep 12, 2011 3:10 pm 10585 Views
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To The Giver of Life
Who has thought “Take me with you”
As the sunsets?
And finds himself left in the darkening twilight
Who has wanted to be kept warm
Through this cold night, passing by
To find himself in his
Own true self, in this time on earth
A seed is given here and is to
Be born twice, he has two fathers
One who died at this time not long ago
One, the Savior in which he’s tired
His double nature breaks his heart
Cracks, splitting his voice
So if you hear him say
While sitting fishing with one father “Take me with you”
Listen closer, To the Father, the giver of life
He says
“Never let me go”
GBY
© Duane 2008 |
Never Let Me Go
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And I Close My Eyes To See
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Posted:Mar 5, 2008 6:45 pm
Last Updated:Sep 20, 2008 2:34 am 10632 Views
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After the long days are over
And the silence stills the night
Thoughts bathed in moon light
My hand begins to write
And I close my eyes to see
Each morning I find myself
In a place where dreams begin
My vision to be…did I lose or win
As I search the heart within
And I close my eyes to see
My life just changed
Just can’t feel it all yet
My belongings dispersed cleared a debt
Feeling like what is in me is my lone asset
I close my eyes to see
Open...
Their to blind to see
God thank you for placing your grace in me
Ever I love you
Sorry…
I haven’t been around much…
Been very sleepy
Sleeping a lot
So tired
Everything went okay
Better then planned
Need some time to regroup me…
GBY
Duane © 2008
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