Second Thoughts – His Heart Ran Out of Summers

Greetings Dear Reader,

Sometimes I will end the day with thoughts that are important to get out.  Usually I just write them and put them in my journal folder.  I have chosen that on occasion I will share them with you Dear Reader.

It is one of those late spring/early summer nights that is perfect for baseball.  The temperature is in the low seventies and the humidity is hovering around fifty percent.  The sky is clear and a stark white half-moon looks over us as the baseball game unfolds.  The Mallards are in a back and forth struggle. 

I am enjoying the game but very detached tonight.  In the empty seat to my left sits a ghost I do not see often enough.  I knew man back in ’65.  His heart ran out of summers in ’69.  He would have been 104 four today.  In the sixties he started taking me, his grandson to baseball games. 

Tonight on his birthday I took my Grandson to the game as well.  It was if my Grandfather was there approving of my passing on the passion he fostered in me.  He used baseball to teach me so many things.  I was so proud tonight as my three year old Grandson understood the importance of our national anthem.  He held his baseball hat over his heart and stood straight and still right next to me.

I saw my younger self doing the same so many years ago.  He insisted that I get it and I eventually did.  I learned about fair play and doing your best at baseball games.  I learned about being amazed at a home run even when the other team hit it.  I learned about pitching, hitting, and dreaming.  I learned that in the scheme of things we are small but we all play a part. 

I am trying to pass these things on to my Grandson in a simple and example filled way.  He is so smart and learns more all the time.  He will no longer be a child before any of us realizes it.  My prayer, my hope, and my passion is to build many good things into his heart without compromising who he is. 

I miss my Grandfather deeply at the moment.  There are some questions I would truly like to ask him.  I know he would pray for the storms I am monitoring, watching, and weathering.  He would also constantly remind me about the why of everything.  Before John Ondrasik ever wrote the words my Grandfather taught me a great truth. 

There is a reason for the world: You and I.

The Riddle – Five for Fighting

There was a man back in '95

Whose heart ran out of summers

But before he died, I asked him

Wait, what's the sense in life

Come over me, Come over me

He said,

Son why you got to sing that tune

Catch a Dylan song or some eclipse of the moon

Let an angel swing and make you swoon

Then you will see... You will see

Then he said,

Here's a riddle for you

Find the Answer

There's a reason for the world,

You, and I...

Picked up my kid from school today

Did you learn anything cause in the world today

You can't live in a castle far away

Now talk to me, come talk to me

He said,

Dad I'm big but we're smaller than small

In the scheme of things, well we're nothing at all

Still every mother's child sings a lonely song

So play with me, come play with me

And Hey Dad

Here's a riddle for you

Find the Answer

There's a reason for the world

You and I...

I said,

Son for all I've told you

When you get right down to the

Reason for the world...

Who am I?

There are secrets that we still have left to find

There have been mysteries from the beginning of time

There are answers we're not wise enough to see

He said... You’re looking for a clue I Love You free...

The batter swings and the summer flies

As I look into my angel's eyes

A song plays on while the moon is high over me

Something comes over me

I guess we're big and I guess we're small

If you think about it man you know we got it all

Cause we're all we got on this bouncing ball

And I love you free

I love you freely

Here's a riddle for you

Find the Answer

There's a reason for the world: You and I...

Wishing you joy in the journey,

Aramis Thorn

Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure store."