disparaging, is the discovered place. when a friend moves on in a walking fashion, and your feet, unbudging, with all of their reserved and well-padded soles, remain
Your star No matter how far Or in nearness, how bright Though time does dim And wear away at The corners of your eyes Near the edges of life And galaxy's end I, fear not lonely your presence Only your absence of light For it's within the sky In this ocean of goodnight, alone In which I could never shine At least therein, without you Beside
His tune returns — Anew and ever strong (like telephone wires in the wind) Not infallible —but swaying still With a lyrical cadence there (he is ready to begin)
A sense of self better known? Perhaps. But in the company of those others found, and in the investment free. These betterments and attempted others, will in time, be. Counted as blessings abound, be they only in the attempt. In unearthing, we are found or hidden
These very words - are weak and sore - at the attempted expression of all that which - Christ is . In him - I am - both free in death - and life - to be - what I am meant to be .