The Layers

by Stanley Kunitz

I have walked through many lives,
some of them my own,
and I am not who I was,
though some principle of being
abides, from which I struggle
not to stray.
When I look behind,
as I am compelled to look
before I can gather strength
to proceed on my journey,
I see the milestones dwindling
toward the horizon
and the slow fires trailing
from the abandoned camp-sites,
over which scavenger angels
wheel on heavy wings.
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
out of my true affections,
and my tribe is scattered!
How shall the heart be reconciled
to its feast of losses?
In a rising wind
the manic dust of my friends,
those who fell along the way,
bitterly stings my face.
Yet I turn, I turn,
exulting somewhat,
with my will intact to go
wherever I need to go,
and every stone on the road
precious to me.
In my darkest night,
when the moon was covered
and I roamed through wreckage,
a nimbus-clouded voice
directed me:
"Live in the layers,
not on the litter."
Though I lack the art
to decipher it,
no doubt the next chapter
in my book of transformations
is already written.
I am not done with my changes.

Remnants…

Remnants of you I find everywhere
When I least expect to find them…they’re there.
A whistle, a song, a picture I see…
A smell…can bring back such strong memories.

Remnants of you come sneaking through
Unsuspected…the times and places we knew.
An integral part of my life you have been,
And I find you continue to creep back in.

Though the end was not what I wished it would be,
There have been such sweet times I can look back and see.
Those remnants of you, like a patch work quilt
Keep piecing together the life we had built.

Now I have had to say goodbye…
But forever, no matter how hard I try,
The remnants of you will always appear…
The bad I’ll let go…the sweet, I’ll hold dear.

To Tim....

Who am I, that the Lord of all the earth
Would care to know my name
Would care to feel my hurt
Who am I, that the Bright & Morning Star
Would choose to light the way
For my ever wandering heart

Not because of who I´m
But because of what You have done
Not because of what I have done
But because of who You´re

I´m a flower quickly fading
Here today & gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
Vapor in the wind
Still You hear me when I am calling
Lord, You catch me when I am falling
And You have told me who I´m
I´m Yours, I´m Yours

Who am I, that the eyes that see my sin
Would look on me with love & watch me rise again
Who am I, that the voice that calmed the sea
Would call out through the rain
And calm the storm in me

Not because of who I´m
But because of what You have done
Not because of what I have done
But because of who You´re

I´m a flower quickly fading
Here today & gone tomorrow
A wave tossed in the ocean
Vapor in the wind
Still You hear me when I am calling
Lord, You catch me when I am falling
And You have told me who I´m
I´m Yours

I´m Yours
Whom shall I fear
Whom shall I fear
´Cause I´m Yours
I´m Yours

Casting Crowns

if you would like to hear this it is sung beautifully and is in my signature...

Today is the anniversary of...

The last time I heard your voice

The last time I looked into your eyes

The last time I said "I love you"

The last time I felt your arms around me

The last time I saw you smile

The last time I saw you cry

The last time we had a chance to make it better

The last time you could have asked for help


Tomorrow is the anniversary of....

Your last and forever choice

The Inner soul ~
copyrighted by tena

the man of flesh to some perceive

is all that we are or will ever be

to see the soul you must remove

the fraudulent veil of servitude


for within the human heart there beats

the sound for all in voice decree

where do I belong where is my place

for which I was born to openly embrace

lost am I in a forest of questions

wandering am I lost -for where do I feel belonging

where is happiness to feel secure

where was the love when I a boy was growing up

I never felt bereft of

yet now I shout in angry tone, why am left alone

A boy when young a man doth stand cut to core

a young man - cries dear God take control

disheartened and whispering of hope for inner soul

http://youtube.com/watch?v=RIoBXdQX_wY


Thanks megveg.....*grin

http://antwrp.gsfc.nasa.gov/apod/ap080722.html


thanks Nikki!!

"Hope" is the thing with feathers


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"Hope" is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—

I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.

Emily Dickinson

What We Might Be, What We Are

by X. J. Kennedy

If you were a scoop of vanilla
And I were the cone where you sat,
If you were a slowly pitched baseball
And I were the swing of a bat,

If you were a shiny new fishhook
And I were a bucket of worms,
If we were a pin and a pincushion,
We might be on intimate terms.

If you were a plate of spaghetti
And I were your piping-hot sauce,
We'd not even need to write letters
To put our affection across,

But you're just a piece of red ribbon
In the beard of a Balinese goat
And I'm a New Jersey mosquito.
I guess we'll stay slightly remote.