Life With Jules, and other stuff

We are all on a journey; one that is very specific to our needs, wants, and dreams. God has placed this upon our heart and embedded it within our soul. No one really knows what journey must be taken. The only way to find out is to travel along a twisted road. A road with potholes and obstacles in our way. The following is a poem written some time ago as I embarked on one part of my life's journey: Difficult journey A difficult journey Was taken Down a long road To find one That would make A difference One that would Be dear It took many Long days And even Longer nights Until that one Was found Now the days and nights Are filled with A new journey This time The journey is different It consists of Making a change Until that one Was found The routine was Always new Now the routine Is the same The journey Will never End The path is Too long June 16, 1991

For some reason, our service men and women have been on my mind lately. I have been reminiscing about my time in the Navy during the early 1990's. I treasure that time in my life deeply. My only regret is that I didn't stay on active duty. My life since the Navy has taken so many twists and turns that I sometimes forget which way I am heading. Then again, where in the world would I be today if I were still enlisted and serving actively? Here is a little poem I wrote in honor of our American Heros...and also those foreign allies serving alongside us in Iraq and Afghanistan (please note that the use of "he" is not gender specific and is intended to mean both male and female): Soldier He is there In an unknown world Helping To keep peace alive He is there Wondering and waiting Praying The day will come For the return To his home He is there Protecting the weak Protecting them all From ruin and death He is there He is the soldier January 4, 1991