cold hands on the table
wet clothes on the floor
dry bones rattling softly
fresh wind through the door
dark clouds on the highway
gray rain on the ground
clear water pooling
thick thunder the sound
i thought ---- was in the rain
but the showers that came
only provided more questions
and left me wondering
why
i
am
the
way
i
am
4.24.2010
4.21.2010
4.20.2010
april
here in the cruelest of months
the air has come alive once more
the cracks in the sidewalk begin cracking
as if the real world was desperately trying to break up through the ground
the smell of adventure comes with the overhanging grey clouds
heavy with rain
the unfamiliar is calling with a voice welcome
as the sound of the tracks two miles from a childhood house
or the laughter of a close friend
the sweet unknown
as water running
down
from
the mountain of abundant life
caught among the ripples
freedom lives in the mist and the morning light,
and dies by the evening
thank G-d for the mercy of the sunrise
new every morning
run away;
call it what you will;
but this heart is on its way
to pumping new blood
into old veins;
these lungs on their way
to breathing new breath;
these eyes, so tired, on their way
to setting with the sun in a land of a new light;
these feet on their way
to stepping with the eager rhythm of new movement;
these ears on their way
to hearing words never heard
before or since
and so it begins
this heart on its way
to pumping new blood
into old veins
here in the cruelest of months
the air has come alive once more
the cracks in the sidewalk begin cracking
as if the real world was desperately trying to break up through the ground
the smell of adventure comes with the overhanging grey clouds
heavy with rain
the unfamiliar is calling with a voice welcome
as the sound of the tracks two miles from a childhood house
or the laughter of a close friend
the sweet unknown
as water running
down
from
the mountain of abundant life
caught among the ripples
freedom lives in the mist and the morning light,
and dies by the evening
thank G-d for the mercy of the sunrise
new every morning
run away;
call it what you will;
but this heart is on its way
to pumping new blood
into old veins;
these lungs on their way
to breathing new breath;
these eyes, so tired, on their way
to setting with the sun in a land of a new light;
these feet on their way
to stepping with the eager rhythm of new movement;
these ears on their way
to hearing words never heard
before or since
and so it begins
this heart on its way
to pumping new blood
into old veins
here in the cruelest of months
4.17.2010
4.03.2010
the sun came and went too quickly
is there another chance for another try?
i want to meet you all over again
walk through the gardens and become your friend
talk of the future, and what are our plans
talk of the past, and seeing G-d's hand
Reach for the heavens and discover your arms
look into your eyes and find the stars
O, the Wonder, the Mystery
O, the Soaring, the History
O, the Peace, the Fire
O, the Love, so much higher
'For everything there is a season'
Do I need to search,
or are you a reason
to let go,
closed eyes,
and jump in?
is there another chance for another try?
i want to meet you all over again
walk through the gardens and become your friend
talk of the future, and what are our plans
talk of the past, and seeing G-d's hand
Reach for the heavens and discover your arms
look into your eyes and find the stars
O, the Wonder, the Mystery
O, the Soaring, the History
O, the Peace, the Fire
O, the Love, so much higher
'For everything there is a season'
Do I need to search,
or are you a reason
to let go,
closed eyes,
and jump in?
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