Curtis Johnson Poems

The sounds of music are still beating, still blasting, still booming.
The sheer pleasure of life's blessings has enveloped usFor as long as we can remember;Even at times undeserved

At times we were stunned by the hurricanes of life. As we stumble into the sanctuary of the Almighty,
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Lasting Bonds Curtis Johnson
There are certain people intrinsically linkedto a season in our lives. In my experience, a certain bond was created many years prior that bares vibes of beauty well understood by those connected in such a manner.
For instance, like yesterday, a certain personshared a devotional that was very special to me -'I just paused and wiped a few tears away'.Anyway,the contents of the devotional were interesting andthe prayer was special, but above all was my reflectionof a very challenging season in our past that we shared so many years ago.
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I once saw a man one early misty winter morning. He was crossing at the intersection as I was preparing to make a uturn.Upon seeing him, not in worn-out shoes, but completely shoeless, I felt duty-bound to offer him the shoes on my feet. I did just that. This memory
came to me as I thought about a song I heard years ago about a Mr. Bojangle who ran a string of bad times and was wearing 'worn-out shoes'.

I was deeply moved when I first heard the song nearly 20 years ago, and it has stayed with me since. When I heard it on the radio being performed by Smmie Davis Jr., I fell in love with Mr. Bojangles whose life demonstrated someone down on his luck but still tugging
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This week I have been in much thought about my wife and our marriage of 39 years*. I have noted and deeply considered the power and impact of 'history' in both the maintenance and long endurance in a marital relationship. The future is projected to be one of hope and vision, one of anticipation and eager planning. Although nothing beyond the 'now' is guaranteed in the 'tears' ahead, in sweet peace and harmony is where one would like to be in the 'years' ahead.
I heard the story of two gentlemen engaged in a conversation about their wives. One said, "When my wife gets upset with me, she always gets 'historical' ".In an attempt to correct his friend, the other gentleman said, "I think that you meant to say that she gets hysterical". The reply was, "No, I mean 'HISTORICAL'. She's always bringing up the past".With that in mind, want to make it clear that I am talking about history and not hysterics. Part of the beauty of marriage is the planning and dreams that we make for ourselves and prayerfully seek their reality. We also seek to leave some kind of legacy for our children.

Notwithstanding, there is that which is behind us that can thrust us forward. Experiences and memories, both pleasant and otherwise can be harnessed and utilized to rocket us into future joys and successes.It is often the triumphs and sometimes the failures in our past that inspire us to future success. What we draw from such experiences gives us confidence for future growth and development. Yes, we have today. Yes, we had yesterday.Yes, we have this moment;Yes, by grace and faith, we have tomorrow. But indeed, we can look each other in the eyes and say, "We HAVE yesterday; we HAVE a history".
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Yesterday the temperature was 111 degrees in my neck of the woods, and today is much like yesterday except for a degree or two on the down.
Don't we just love those weak cooling trends?The forecast promises a week's
supply of 100 plus days in secession. This is the first major heat wave of Summer, and my AC reluctantly went on this morning in the 9 O'clock hour.My AC must have
looked at me questionably and said, "Are you sure about this? "Of course I was indeed
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My Lord and I have a history, and through Him, I have victory.
His Presence is no mystery, but is always embracing me,
Creating intimacy and making me feel safe and totally free.
Anytime I have felt like a troubled sea,
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It is 9: 17am on Wednesday, October 14,2020.
As I was leaving Folsom after an early morning doctor's appointment,
I crossed a very familiar intersection that I have traversed many times
before. But this time was different, and I could say it was different for
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It happened without any action on my part. All I had to do was just say, "Yes, I will go". Moreover, it was not my dream, but my friend's.
However, from a child, I have been an avid sports fan. My games of choice, and my childhood fantasies were baseball, basketball, and later on, football.

From a child, I had pictured myself on the field of dreams playing baseball. When reality set in, I was content to see myself in the stands.
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