I like to store notes, melodies
In my pocket
Short little phrases that speak
Of the absolute mystery
We call existence
Hard-earned
And then on rainy days
When it’s hard for me to hear
the music of my life
I take them out
Cup them close to my ear
And remember
I stay up late writing papers about enlightened thinkers and romantic poets.
Autonomous selves, Methodist history, ancient biblical characters.
Sometimes I write songs, poems
Prayers
Sometimes when I get really tired, and almost finished but not
Quite
I think of you
And remember all the things
I can never write
Because having once lived a perfect union
Words will never be enough
For some things
Like your kiss on my shoulder, or hand on my hip
There are no words
It’s been three long years since you told me goodbye
I took it in stride, but away from it all, I started to cry
And I had to load up even though you were gone
But I don’t drive down that supply route, anymore
Chorus:
The distance between us now measured in years
It’s been too many now, they’ve dried up my tears
No going back now, there’s nothing left there
For the distance is too great to bear
The smell of dirt and diesel mingled with sweat
The sun, the sand, I haven’t forgotten yet
But your voice, you face, now a lost memory
‘Cause I don’t drive down that supply route, anymore
We could drive towards each other all night
And never arrive to a place free from malice or spite
My load is too heavy, the road will not yield
And I don’t drive down that supply route, anymore.
The inner light in me is
precious, deep, innocent
And wild.
Let me carry it with
gentle, careful hands, mercy
and love.
And when we meet, dear friend,
let me see and do the same
for you.
Amen
When I sleep at night
I know, you are with me, still,
Like a soft spirit
So about a week ago, I thought: I’m going to change my header quote, I have this resolution down now -I’m actually producing more than one post per day several times a week – so, no need to broadcast it to the world.
Lo and behold, that little header was pretty much my entire motivation for posting every single day.
It’s the smallest things.
If you notice the chorus is actually my Haiku #1, and there’s some sentiment from my first post ever, Time/Distance! The song was also inspired by my favorite movie, LOVE:
Rocket Ship
Packaged peaches and stale dry ice cream
Watching the world from a window of dreams
I sit and I stare at the green earth below
How long must I wait? Only God surely knows
chorus:
Small, shifting planet
Turning on wobbly axis
My beloved, home
They sent me up quick, the rockets propelling
Me forward in time, the distance increasing
The spaces between us now just a vacuum
How long must I travel? Only God can assume
And so much time passed, as it often will do
I orbited earth, the world war it grew
Everything changed to a cold barren place
Is anything left for God to replace?
And as if a hiccup, the world’s gravity changed
I came loose from my orbit, from ground to estranged
The sole survivor now floating through space
Only me left to ask, is God in this place?
