Sunday, September 28, 2008
You Are Wonderful
by Sara Groves and Gordon Kennedy
i have been talking to you since i was a little girl
so many sweet memories of giving you my world
you are wonderful
a friend to the weary
you have been so faithful
your goodness it follows me
you are beautiful
your love is never ending
i was just wondering today how over all these years
you've carried so many cares
calmed so many fears
my savior my friend
all these years we’ve been walking
you are wonderful
Monday, September 22, 2008
The night breeze brushed through my hair tonight...
flowing through my mind endlessly,
impressed on my heart
the clearness of the night sky
wherever I stride the wind follows me
calming my senses,
leaving its marks on my heart...
dawn comes to bring in a warm spring
and the breeze still calls me,
as it hugs the air, I breathe.
Is it weird to say that I miss nights of exploring the lives of many and loving on them?
Thoughts from a cold night under the Steel Bridge:
Traveling the streets, through cold nights
how many choose to stay.
For some this is the best they got,
for others it’s the hell that has bound them to the streets.
For him it was all he has ever known.
Life under the overpass,
Where’s the hope? Where’s the love?
I find familiar faces in these dark places...
Heart of Stone melts away to anxiety attacks;
the need for a friend burst aloud.
Hands are stretched out to grab onto a Spirit of life.
The warm hands are what will help him get through tonight’s angel dust high.
The cravings for a cigarette are intensified
As this Frank heart comes down from the sky
He is honest and so vulnerable,
I find a friend in the midst of the dark lonely night.
For thirty minutes his shaky hands found a conduit of hope.
To be human is to be like a tree
Where the sky is the limit
and roots can go deep.
For a tree does not
merely grow into its full potential
with out water or nutrients.
So is the same with the human race.
Flesh and bones are great
but without essential elements of another world
how can a soul be cultivated?
Inside trees are layers of rings
They tell an ancient story.
Outlasting forest fires, windstorms, and the bark beetles
The old tree is revered for its great strength.
Like a tree is created with such intricacy so is the human species.
Though this complex being reaches into a world not accessible to the trees.
There are layers under the soft and tough skins of earthlings also known as people.
Underneath the blanket of physical coverings are stories of an ancient promise.
There is a spiritual element that begs to be considered with the mental and physical whole
It longs to be known for more than just flesh and bone.
To be human is to feel, touch, and experience life.
To taste of the sweet and salty mist of the sea
To be human is to be of a communal forest,
Where our roots cross paths and twist together in proliferation
To be human is to be created in the image of the Greatest Love Story.