The trees reach up too high today,
they tear at the hem of a cloud
A bridal train in tatters
ribbons of a heavenly shroud.
The waves reach not so high today
as to cover up the shore
They leave me room for walking
and I find I’m wanting more...
...more space more room more mind more prayer,
more heart more soul more vision
A growing space inside of me
crying out for a decision
Today I feel the emptiness
where once he stood with me
The Stone whose name is Weariness
forever there will be.
I found it today; the Stone called Weary;
nestled as it was in the sand.
I wept as I carried it, this Stone called Weary;
it marks where I used to stand.
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 7:19 PM UTC
The trees reach up too high today,
they tear at the hem of a cloud
A bridal train in tatters
ribbons of a heavenly shroud.
The waves reach not so high today
as to cover up the shore
They leave me room for walking
and I find I’m wanting more...
...more space more room more mind more prayer,
more heart more soul more vision
A growing space inside of me
crying out for a decision
Today I feel the emptiness
where once he stood with me
The Stone whose name is Weariness
forever there will be.
I found it today; the Stone called Weary;
nestled as it was in the sand.
I wept as I carried it, this Stone called Weary;
it marks where I used to stand.
