Monday, June 30, 2014
When I Became It
And I couldn't help but call and scream.
Oh, but did I holler-
in life's waiting room I sat and I could do nothing but cry,
And wail my spillway to a man conferring confident causalities to a collapsed interior
My right ear and head adjacent
and so close to the train's home
and so close to the train's home
Track by track
I thought it too convenient to have yet another opportunity for escape
inches now from my nose
inches now from my nose
But on that line I stayed.
And I refused to give in to such sin.
On that line I would follow (as from here it is the only honest truth I can find).
On that line I would follow (as from here it is the only honest truth I can find).
Why sparks did not altogether appear to catch on there in finality,
was strangely among few other moments of absolute divine bewilderment found in this young life and wild world.
was strangely among few other moments of absolute divine bewilderment found in this young life and wild world.
Yet, after originally wedging my bike in between the shadowed cars
And in returning to retrieve my belonging, I fell.
I fell then and there; I thought that was it.
I fell then and there; I thought that was it.
I believe now, more then ever-
it was the Earth's initial embrace of Lord's grace.
it was the Earth's initial embrace of Lord's grace.
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Friday, June 27, 2014
A Change Is Gonna Come
But he winds up knockin' me back down on my own.
Oh a change is gonna come - I couldn't last for long
But now I think I'm able to carry on
It's been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will.
To A Wild Rose
"Artists are not driven just by a vision for a specific work of art.
They are driven by their vision of work itself-
and of what it means to be human." M. Gungor
Thursday, June 26, 2014
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