My Journal

November 14th, 2012

I observed you before you were. Held you in my hands and left finger prints; doodles of my creations etched into the fiber of your being. I had to let you go. Give you over to death. Cover you in this tomb of dirt. But I did this so you may breathe life. Spring up from the womb. Break through the surface and reach out to me. I will shine my light on you through out the afternoon. Nurture and fertilize you. Even let it rain down, you will get wet, and you will grow cold when you do not see the sun. But these clouds are pouring out words of life that will sink into the fingerprints of your roots. I know the soils you grow in. I know the rocks and hard ground around you. I know what weeds surround and seek to entangle you.  I know for I placed you there, I am the good farmer that knows when, where and what season you were meant to grow the best. And as night approaches but you can't see my light just know I am there observing you. Taking tender foot steps,  accurate in raking the ground you grow from over and over again. Turning the soil with my hands and kissing the blossoms, encouraging their dreams of flowering. I love to see you grow tall and beautiful. I see these finger prints in your leaves and I smile as I water you with tears of joy from my eyes.




October 7th, 2012

You come in as a whisper, a breath, short, sweet, here and gone again.

You come as rain, soft, changing, heavier, down, sideways with the wind

You touch as a warmth, ocean breeze, cool, moving, sun-rays

Your sound vibrates, echoes, strum of a chord, leaves blown against the grain.

If I could speak in the tongues of Angels it would sound like music.

Softly played in the background, echoed and dancing on top of mountains.

Watch gravity do its work, pulled down to plateaus, move as wind among the trees.

Do you feel it? Even see it? Try to grasp the beauty  

I walk to test my endurance, my own humanity at risk.

To stretch out my hands, close my eyes to hear and feel the breeze upon my finger tips.

Chills is what I get, I cant think of anything else, head cleared with only the pain to forget.

Can you hear it? Angels sing their song.

Beauty to be you sought after me

Though I ran away you followed me

Beauty to be you sought after me

I hid behind walls but you broke them for me

Beauty to be you sought after me

I fell and cried but you were there to comfort me

Beauty to be you sought after me

Now I am yours and you are in me

Beauty to be you sought after me

No longer I that lives but your Love lives through {    }

October 2nd, 2012

"Off to Sea"

Smile to this new day, its sun will rise its warmth in your eyes.
Let the wind set sails to send your soul off to the sea.
Come outside and let life see your face, reflecting all your happiness to the path that lay ahead.
Place your feet on the cold cobbled stone streets and simply feel your way down the path like a blind man.
Walking through these city lights with nothing more than the confidence and faith he shows with his shut eyes and peaceful smile.
Let your hand find mine, sealed and bound like vines of a birch tree that will never break. Welcome these chains and lock that we threw the key out.
Lets take this step together and find life wherever it takes us. And let life find us in our get-away moments as we drift upon this sea.
For this is our time, where days scream our names to 'slow down!' as our hearts only beat faster to each waking moment. Where we roam these narrow paths and warm the cobbled stones, forget whats been and done and look ahead to where we've gone. Lets forget where and when we must sleep for we are already living the dream.
Lets set the sail, take the step and drift off to sea.

-Nathan Dvorak

July 17th, 2012



"Against The Grain"

Can pain just be another name for the wind that blows against the grain,

and what if being pulled and tossed from side to side was not exactly what we had in mind.

Bits and pieces of the grain, the seeds are swept, some to the drain.

But for those the few in which remain bloom and grow by sun of day, or rain of night, or first morning kiss of soft ray light.

They flourish and flank this worlds empty bank, grow into something beautiful, at God's hand we thank.

Blessed by strife from each setting night, pain, wind, beauty, love found in life.

- Nathan Dvorak



June 29th, 2012

Do you imagine a path and stop there?

Do you turn back out of fear?

Or continue onward through the dark to see what steps taken lead where?

We want to see, touch, smell, feel and hear something in life beyond all sense and dreer.

Follow your heart, be on on guard and prepare,

for a life so incredible it makes all else disappear.

TRAVEL LIGHT, seek light, be the light you want to see, Love intently and walk the path without a single care.

-Nathan Dvorak