I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Sunday, April 29, 2018
When you are here
When it rains it pours and opens doors
And floods the floors we thought would always keep us safe
and dry
And in the midst of sailing ships we sink our lips into the
ones we love
That have to say goodbye
And as I float along this ocean
I can feel you like a notion that won't seem to let me go
'Cause when I look to the sky something tells me you're here
with me
And you make everything alright
And when I feel like I'm lost something tells me you're here
with me
And I can always find my way when you are here
Train
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There are days
When I am not sure why
Why I should get out of bed
Why I should bother to dress
Why I should find my way to an office
Where hurting people share
And hope
And only sometimes
Find peace
Why bother
Why smile
Why breathe
Why?
And then
Along those sometimes dusty
Sometimes muddy
Sometimes snowy
Country roads
I look to the sky
To the sun, the moon, the stars
To clouds gray
And clouds white
To golden rising
And golden setting
And my soul awakes
And my heart races
And the pain and fear
Is lost in the greatness
Into the gray blue goldness
And I breathe again
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