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Little Hat


Little Hat



  There is a little cowboy hat that hangs in my blue Malibu.  It once hung in my dad’s Ford F-150 and many trucks to come.  It is worn, faded, but still “alive”.  Just like that little hat, my dad came home from many roof jobs; worn, faded, but “alive” with God’s strength.  He was happy to walk through the door to the O’Banion clan.  He was met with “love bombs” of hugs and kisses.  The little cowboy watched through the windshield at this bond.  It nested in the truck waiting for the next journey.  What will the next day bring?  Will it bring work, travel, church, joy, or sorrow?  When you look at a trivial object, that object is part of your “life ride”.  It’s here for a moment, then moths or rust destroy.

Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal.  But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal.  For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.  Matthew 6: 19-21

My dad was here for a moment, 58 years to be exact.  He did not store trinkets here, but stored eternal treasures in heaven.  He was like that little cowboy hat, now hanging in my car.  He traveled, journeyed, and explored.  He was that little cowboy hat hanging on the mirror.  It has faded, but “alive” in our hearts.  In the end, we will just leave a legacy.  We will be but memories.  What legacy are you going to leave?  What kind of marked memory do you want to write?  Me, I want to leave a “God trinket” just like that little hat.    





Little Hat

Little cowboy hat, hanging by dash
Do you prefer pop or Johnny Cash?
Where do you ride?
Where do you coincide?

Hat of many scenes
Different shadows team
Country roads, mountains grow
In window, wind drift snow

Whom do you belong?
Mustache man
 Strong calloused hand
Family filled days
You fade!
Sunshine by crested waves

Make way!
Burly man on mission
Little hat swinging
Tiny feather swishing

Captain hat of helm
Luminous glass realm
Tip of brim
Sip of morn coffee
In air,
we both soar!

Work worn eves
Heat and felt steam
Little hat, stay cool!
Sweat, toil,
pull like a mule

Cowboy hat,
ride on home
Loving clan awaits
To children, to sassy mate
Time to settle, to rest
Make nest amongst,
heart filled car chest

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