From the depths of my soul Come hunger for more love And thirst for more healing. For so long I have ached From a loneliness wound Though loving friends And abundant family surround. In the light of day In the black of night I work on dealing. For so long this wound Held prisoner my focus Though the ache not acute Nothing else could be found. Feared alone in my pain Life seemed to be my sentence For crimes I'd forgotten or never done. This drink of depression Though not my own vice Was the weapon Rage used to bring innocense down. As I've grown quite aware, A tension leaves the air When I realize I'm not alone anymore. For the wrath was brought down Making no waves for himself Because help made no sound. So I gather my memories up for now. As loss takes it's toll Away all the years go When I vow to keep only the good. These memories somehow Seem to hold more value now Than they did when they were new This great pretender leaves without a bow. I may have his blood And h...
Thank God for Inspiring Gifts This morning I found a bunch of unmarked CDs mixed up with some software CDs I had in a binder. Upon inspection, I realized that they were all CDs of a singer I know personally. These CDs included a few recorded voice lessons, a couple of performance ready pieces on CDs made for distributing as part of auditioning requirements, and a CD of pictures from a few of her performances. Looking through the pics, I remembered each performance vividly (because I was there for almost all of them). I remembered how many people told her afterwards how amazing she sounded and how inspiring her voice is. Many people say her voice is a powerful gift from God that blesses them every time they hear her, no matter how many times or how often. Her voice brings a sudden chill, then the "warm tinglies" that you feel in those best moments of your life. This inspiring voice is a gift . A gift from God that she cherishes, protects and uses at every opportunity. Listeni...
Thinking about life as it's lived day by day and not about the entire journey is very difficult for me. I'm a planner, as much as I try to fight it, and I do some preparations for day to day. But I am generally a "big picture" kind of person, but I'm trying to focus on taking "One Step at a Time" (thank you, Jordin Sparks) and remember that's "It's all about the climb". (Ok, so even a 32 year old can find inspiration in the songs of Hannah Montana / Miley Cyrus and Jordin Sparks). I wrote this to help me remember to appreciate each step. Looking up at the mountain before me I take a deep breath, drawing my foot up. Looking for a hold to grasp tightly, My sole searches for a place to stand. My soul searches for a place to rest. Seeking desperately that next stronghold place I find it and propel myself off, up to and grab. While it seemed diliberate, I felt the rush of a risk taken And achievement earned. With little to gain at one time...
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