Without a womb I am still a mother
Without a cause I am still a fighter
Without a bed I am still a dreamer
With your will
With your will
With your will
Truth insight and love
Without a womb I am still a mother
Without a cause I am still a fighter
Without a bed I am still a dreamer
With your will
With your will
With your will
If I could only paint with music.
If I could only sing a sculpture into being
If I could only delve in the depths and bring out pure beauty
If only I could see your face you could see in me the fantastical reflection of you.
Like water dripping on a rock. Drip, drip, drip… You pour out your compassion, your patience, your wisdom… Drip, drip, drip…
Days, months, years go by. Drip, drip, drip… Generations born unto the next And all the while drip, drip, drip…
But the hearts of men are hard and no water will they accept. Drip, drip, drip… And hard hearts make for soft heads. Drip, drip, drip…
Who will these men blame when there comes a flood? Drip, drip, drip… But themselves…
It takes a long time to flood a valley one drip, drip, drop at a time. But it happens. There’s a book about it.
The truth as I see it
Whose else truth
Perhaps I laid the bread crumbs backward
When you returned , you strolled in whistling, but an alien you’ve remained
In an alien world perhaps, not a very pretty one at that
There are glints of light here and there though, all won’t be lost
Otherwise why would we wait work and wonder
Perhaps the wonder itself is worthy though
It’s not long now, the disinfecting power of pure love is not long
Until then I long an alien in an ugly world
Staring in wonder at the twinkling stars I see, worth the paultry purchase price of penance after all
All people need to be reminded to be kind.
Some people need to be reminded (most often) to be kind to others. Other people need to be reminded (most often) to be kind to themselves.
This is the real difference between people I think. It cuts across all other categories and lines. We can’t see it with our eyes, we can’t tell by where a person is from or in what circles they run. We can only experience it or listen carefully for it.
Love for others as a predominant trait might be matured into or it might never develop. It might be born into a person and survive to old age or it might be choked off in its youth. It is both reward and burden. Heavy yet comforting.
As I watch the darkness swarm and claim this day I’m greatful I’ve born witness to the Father and for the Father. I’m greatful I lived to see this day. Unto the dawn of the next I sit in joy and anticipation for wonders I can only begin to imagine.
Thanks for joining me!
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton