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She sees musical notes in color
and the tunes flow like a breeze.
Minor keys are her blue notes
and her hope is the colors of Spring.
She can rush on rum and beat on drums
and can play all the chords of strife.
She sees musical notes in color
and writes songs in the key of life.
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I have a Story given me by my Maker
A heart fierce yet ravaged ever in need of saving
I’ve been given clear eyes to see the Holy One
To shed tears of remorse washing away bitterness
And I’ve been given healing in these two hands
To share the balm I have received and know that Hope remains
I have not seen all the wonders of this world
I have not walked with the noble nor do I own anything of worth
I have not known wealth or fame but I do know joy and pain
And I’ve been given life and love far beyond all earthly gain
I pray for humility and a heart full of gratitude running over
To share the balm I have received and know that Hope remains
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A yellow garden cart
Blooms of love and rhyme
Crosby, Stills and Nash
harmony so sublime
Upon a garden cart
grows a creeping thyme
abiding with country roses
And a hint of sweetest times
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At times my heart is like a quivering bird in this cage of Flesh and bone
I know it will not withstand such a relentless seige
At times my heart is like a big bass drum
I know it will strike strong with the rhythm and the beat!
It feels as if I am dying and I cannot stay the course
Then it feels as if I am a warrior crying out “all is victorious!”
Some say this is a fickle heart but I know this is not true
For I know this heart in me comes from the heart in you!
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He heals the wounds of a ravaged heart
oh fathom lavish love!
Drink his grace straight up
fill oh fill my cup!
No one else will care like this
oh death where is thy sting?
Drink his grace straight up
fill oh fill my cup!
Cannot add to him or take him away
oh pure the bread and wine!
Drink his grace straight up
fill oh fill my cup!
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Road maps and rivers cannot get me there
A shadow at my window but no one is there
Texas prairie home
a song of love or two
It’s essential every second the time that’s reckoned you
Road maps and rivers
two girls in my heart
The sound of their hello my only travel chart
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Like a message in a bottle bobbing in the water
Sun bleached and salty skinned I washed upon the shore
I am made from stronger stuff than it appeared
being born an old soul, competent and sure
I wished for middle ground, something I could manage
But grief always takes sides in things that really matter
The literal peeling of my skin and raw down to the marrow
I wanted to die and be done with the making of this sorrow
Then a warm hand put a cup of water to my mouth
I lapped it up as if water wasn’t all around me
A voice said, ” I am grief and I am not here to take you under
But you must take a side in things that really matter.”
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Blue crystal deepest ocean
Hot sun high in the sky
The devil came to Cuba
Had to run or die
You came seeking refuge
The way so unclear
Fighting hard for freedom
You let me see the years
We are old and wise now
We cannot count the “ifs”
I still hear your Latin song
And taste Cuba on my lips
When in the winter a year grows old
there lay a thickness upon the world
Shadows of old stories I heard long ago
of great deeds against the darkness
Faith and bread unto the soul
The Champion over evil
in a waking dream
tho’ he carried with Him no light
Light lingers where he’s been…
I met a young sweet boy in high school. He was trying to find his way to manhood with a heart so kind and fragile. I, as well, had no idea how to handle the heart of anyone. I desired to be careful yet there is an “innocent ignorance” of youth that is just brutal…
This boy thought that I was unattainable as he watched me from afar laughing with other boys… Oh the angst of those lovely awful years of high school! None of us can know the “power” we have to hurt others…I certainly didn’t.
I liked high school for mostly social reasons. Academically I was only interested in English Lit, and writing with a little bit of interest in history. I suppose I was a “cool kid” in the world of “labels” that befall us in high school. However I was terrified of being a fake. I will never forget one of my classmates who could cut you deeply with his wit…he reminded us almost all of the time that we were ALL fake! I just love that he did that. (Thank you Bill)
One day the sweet boy waited for me after school and asked if he could give me a ride in his car. I said yes and his face turned red. At the time I had no idea how much courage that took but I understand it now. After all the possibility of rejection drives the human soul to craziness.
Now it is some forty years later but I have never forgotten that gentle boy…he went his way and made his life. He is a man now. A good man. I knew he would be…and even now I will smile when I remember what he said to me one day…”you are beautiful inside and out”…such few words yet having a major impact. I took those words with me from that day. I have tried to live up to them and failed many times. It made me want to be a better person…it still makes me want to be better…Thank you sweet boy…I remember…
“now to see things clear is hard enough I know while you’re waiting for reality to show…but when you have a real friend somewhere it makes all the others so much easier to bear…” Jackson Browne
