Cycles of Life

Bike Tour 1980’s

The morning after I got the call

Frost clung to the fields of grass

As the sun brimmed the horizon.

Trees blushed, cast off leaves,

Drifted down, settled like shadows

Of colored light, circular, gathered round.


I remember a morning like this,

The dawn, yawning, spreading  

The shadows of our bikes like

New mercies over warm pavement.

We were faithful to the road,

The open road he knew so well.


That day there was no double-clutching,

No whine whistling of his tractor trailer.

We were hugging the white line as the

Scenery scrolled by, slow and deliberate.

Peripheral perceptions keeping pace,

A sweaty grace.


It was a simple day back in ’80.

Pedals orbiting, words bouncing back–

Then forth, sometimes caught in the spokes.

Prayer wheels spinning, and changing gears.

We were present to each other,

One of the greatest gifts on this side of the line.


John had passed me now,

Riding ahead, pedaling toward 

The Light of the world,

He looked over his shoulder and

Through a dipped lower lip said,

“Put the pedal down brother. Look!”

John Barrett

September 20, 1958-November 2, 2021

Beloved husband, father, grandfather, brother, and friend.

Pedal Still

We can only keep coasting downhill.

What about the other side?

What about the vistas,

ridges, mountains, big and small?


Where do the shadows yawn?

What becomes of perspective?

Why settle in the valley

no matter how it cradles us?


Back on our bikes,

those pedestals of freedom.

There are times to coast,

and times to climb.


For Jasper Hoogendam and Glynn Young

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and Glynn at

Dancing Priest…A few thoughts.

As I closed the back flap of this wonderful read this morning I felt that I was just nudged to a higher quality of living.

Last night I was waiting at McDonald’s for my 14 year old daughter to return from a youth event and read to within the last few chapters.

All I could think was “how can a story move me so much to be a better person?”

I have read only a handful of novels in my life.  The genre just isn’t my thing.  Yet this story and it’s weaving of characters just struck a chord.

The sequel is to come out this summer and I hope a warm beach is available to sit and read where the Scotsman leads next!

Thank you Glynn!

Glynn Young is so many things.  To find out more about this servant and promoter of writers and the arts his blog is below.

His book, Dancing Priest, can be found on the Amazon link below that.