Joy Comes in The Morning
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Joy Comes in the Morning is a compilation of Matthew’s writings, which he began as a very young child. The first poem he wrote was at nine years old and is included in this book. He writes about the love of family, nature, and his faith. His poems, prayers, and short stories are also expressive of the thoughts and feelings of those suffering from depression and addiction. He writes from the very darkest of places in his soul, yet hope and faith shine through and leave one knowing there is more to life than our days on earth. No matter how dark his nights may have seemed, he always believed there would be…Joy in the Morning.
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Joy Comes in The Morning - Matthew A. Cooke
My First Love, My Mama
In my mind’s eye, there is a face that shines upon me.
It has guided my days since I first saw creation. There exists a bond so pure that it begins before life on earth.
Your hair is like wisteria as it wipes the tears from my eyes.
Your cradling touch is that of an earthen angel.
O, how I shall always crave it.
You know my heart so well, my senses constantly search for you. The thoughts I have seem to be known by you before I even utter them. God wove me inside you, it was you who gave me life. Time nor distance, grief nor pain can separate my heart from yours.
You personify what a woman of God should be. A pulsating that beats of two; the wonders of one is the wondering of the other. A pure divine unity in God’s world.
You were playmate and friend when there was no other.
To be consoled by your touch, your hug, your kiss, or the sweet perfume of words from your mouth; could in an instance put me at ease. I reminiscence in the depths of your soul, bathed in tranquility by your goodness and the beating of your heart.
Matthew
Daddy, Come Find Me
The tears that stain my face fall from the well of joy that ripples inside me when my thoughts turn to you, Dad.
The cobwebs deliquesce from my mind; I begin to break the cocoon of my slumber.
Cool breezes of the mountain morning and you, at the griddle, greet your son as he peeks through the zipper of the world.
Magic creek water ignites my world; I bask in a swimming hole of love and reminiscence.
Fireflies light the path of my dreamscape; songs of the hills fill the air as we share our souls over ice cream made by Marge.
As long as the waves break, streams babble in their beds, tires sing upon our highway…till Zion is cast in shadows, the steam dissipates from the Ole Faithful One,
the electricity is turned off outside Topeka…
While pitching wedges still hit close on the South Carolina hole, and the Chimney Tops still dazzle us in the morning…
Through rocky mountain days, clear canyon nights, and afternoons at the jetty…
I will forever be the sunshine on your shoulders.
Oh, Daddy, come find me!
What sweet words…
I love you,
Your son,
Matthew
To My Best Friend
Paper dissolves the power of my words; ink gives them no credence.
The spoken word is blown away like sand, leaving only the rhythm of my heart to proclaim my adoration for you.
I crept into the blush of the world as a special gift from God.
My fragility and wonder began on your chest. My lungs filled with yours as one. I was edified at your knee, learning to talk and run, laugh, and love.
Oh, how I loved…my romance with the world began with you.
The anthems of my youth hailed from your heart, your soul, your lips, filling my heart with sweet surrender.
The most consequential cornerstone for my life was laid by your caressing hands.
The mirror soothes me to my midst; I conjure the face that is so dear to me from the image I see.
My future unfolds before me, I see a vision of what is to come…
How shall a Christian man treat his wife?
asked my son. What should his character reveal? Where should Jesus resurface in his life?
My son,
I reply, I can grant you the answers, only because they were personified in the actions of my Father.
Love,
Matthew
To his Dad
2001
My Family
Never worry, never fret that I’m not little Rich Man Bret.
I love and am proud of who I am the boy of Wanda and Tom and son of Uncle Sam.
We are never ashamed of what we have or who we are, for we now have bought Mom a brand-new car.
Yes, yes, yes, it’s true! There are no parents as loving as you.
You are the best, the best who never want to rest for their two boys, who fill their lives with fun and joy!
Yes, I love you, Mom and Dad, you’re the best I could have ever had.
I love you,
Matthew
1986
The Hat
I was rummaging through a chest one day when I happened upon an old cowboy hat.
It was rough and torn, shabby all about; it had been made of beaver. Yes, I remember all that.
There I sat on the floor holding this hat, wondering where the boy was who had worn it all flat.
Flashes and glimpses came to my mind. There was a saffron-haired boy smiling and cute, just happy to be there wearing it that day.
The adventures he had scampered about in my head; it was sweet memories of a time far away.
He rode high on his saddle attached to a stick. He was gallant and true, fearless and bright; however, I knew that is not how he’d stay.
The sheriffs in town, his Mom and Dad, looked to him with fondness and all the love that they had.
That young cowpoke was the light of their life. They had no way of knowing that his future would be so