My Forever

Here’s another old poem I stumbled across while going through the old Jackson archives.

My Forever

I cannot see them but I know they are all around me.
Watching over me, Taking care of me,
Cradling me with their majestic wings – so white and pure,
Absorbing my tears of sorrow and pain.
In a paralleled existence, there to catch us when we falter,
As we have so many times and are destined to do so many more.

I will someday break forth from this motionless body and fly through the sky with them.
Higher and higher will I soar,
My winged soul reaching for the edge of Heaven,
Only to discover what infinity truly is.
I will become one with them and will also wipe away the tears of others.
This is my hope, This is my blessing, This is my forever…

Do not cry when I get my wings,
For I will be there watching over you, wiping away your tears.
I will be there to catch you when you fall.
And on that day when you are set free,
I will be the first angel you see, I will be the one to give you your wings,
So that we may both soar on our wings together reaching for the edge of Heaven.

Kipling A. Jackson 9/18/2013

Dedicated to my lovely wife, I LOVE YOU!

©2016  Kipling A. Jackson

The Phoenix

A couple of phrases revealed themselves to me last night. Below is the finished product. A poem of darkness and light and hope entitled “The Phoenix”. Enjoy…Kip.

The Phoenix

Under grey cloud I ponder,
Of dreams and wishes I chase away.
As darkness falls over the land,
Am I awake or in deep slumber?
The blackness surrounds and destroys,
Time measured upon apathetic plunder.

Whispering wind flowing through my hair,
Breaking through the morning fog,
A new hope shines down.
I turn to face the rising sun,
To bear witness, the birth of a new day.
Emerging from tainted depths,
The binding ashes shed,
My body aglow in Its healing light.
Bathing in Its warmth,
With magnificent wings spread,
I rise.

12/8/15
Kipling A. Jackson

 © 2016 Kipling A. Jackson

Road Trip

We took a short road trip to the lake house. My thoughts:

I fell in love again today. I rediscovered God’s incredible creation.

My senses absorb the luscious green of trees and vegetation as we travel by.
Eyes slow down the motion, inspecting every tree, drinking in every ounce of beauty.
I dream of running through the spacious grassy pastures,
Climbing up the rolling hills and tumbling down the other side,
With fresh grass in my hair, I pick the yellow and white wildflowers under a rich blue sky.
And the sky, oh so blue, I never knew how much I have missed you!
Clumps of yellow and white in a sea of green underneath a never ending blue.
A warm, delicate breeze blows softly through my hair,
Picking up the sweet scent of the bouquet, I breathe in deeply.
Tears stream down my cheek because I feel my God’s love,
There is no doubt, I am in His presence.
I realize that one day this dream will come true. 

Y’all have a safe weekend!!!
Kip

© 2014 Kipling A. Jackson

Almost Ten Years

It has been almost ten years since my friend Chad Buckley died from brain cancer. His obituary with his picture is still tacked up on my writing desk. I draw inspiration from it and am reminded that he never complained no matter how much pain or disability he faced. I also am comforted by the fact that he is looking down on me right now and will take care of me. One of his favorite phrases was “Carpe diem.” It’s true, we should all “Seize the day” and enjoy every moment of it. Love you, brother.

Kipling A. Jackson
2/8/2013

Here is a poem I wrote right after his death:

Chad

Through His arms, and
Into His Kingdom,
Our God welcomed me.

All at once, I saw the true meaning of existence,
I knew this was the answer.
For if all could see what now fills me,
No one would dare to offer resistance.

It wasn’t so plain to see,
Through all of life’s pain and misery,
But now it is so very clear to me,
Because now my soul is truly set free.

I now sit here among the stars,
Watching all of you from afar.
Wondering why it is so hard for me,
To understand why you don’t know what I easily see.

It seems to me,
Why all of you do not care to see.
It’s the destination all of you seek,
Not the meaning of the journey.

“Carpe diem!” Dear friends,
Don’t let the instant pass.
Capture the moment and make it last.

Kipling A. Jackson
9/25/03