Thus I Wrote

They walk to a different beat,
They are feared & misunderstood,
They are lonely & brave.

They know the needs of the many
Outweigh the needs of the few…
So they give everything of themselves
As their parting gift,
Their only ticket to connect.

They are the light in the darkness
Seen best from a distance,
And shining unconciously as a guide
For the sheep on the road less travelled.

Life is a procession of choices –
Until eventually there are none.
But the best of us live life
….In every breath.

There is always tension –
Between meaning and survival –
Between we and I –
Between service and control.
Until we lose control completely –
As we return everything –
…..Alone.

Mankind is a procession of lives –
That spark for an unknown purpose –
And together create a fire
That lights the darkness
That we hope, serves something –
Greater than ourselves.

When I am in the light….
I hear the lark sing –
I see the dawn break –
I look in your eyes –
I forget the end –
I live –
In every breath….

But when I’m in darkness….
I run in circles –
Computing intellectually.
But nothing works –
Nothing turns the light on –
Or opens the door.
I am not wanted or needed –
Alone…
In the noise of the world.

Then I’m the prodigal son.
I’m lost and I wish to be found.
To reconnect and to serve –
To be needed and loved
To live again…
In every breath….

I am hidden –
In my solution cave –
A provider –
An accessory –
When a couple is worn.

You are hidden –
In your well of hurt –
A wary tiger –
Ready to attack –
When my voice is torn.

And so we cling –
To the wave lashed rocks –
We cannot avoid –
An unknown world –
When our tempest is done.

My love she speaks like silence
Without ideals or violence
She doesn’t have to say she’s faithful
Yet she’s true, like ice, like fire
People carry roses
Make promises by the hours
My love she laughs like the flowers
Valentines can’t buy her

In the dime stores and bus stations
People talk of situations
Read books, repeat quotations
Draw conclusions on the wall
Some speak of the future
My love she speaks softly
She knows there’s no success like failure
And that failure’s no success at all

The cloak and dagger dangles
Madams light the candles
In ceremonies of the horsemen
Even the pawn must hold a grudge
Statues made of matchsticks
Crumble into one another
My love winks, she does not bother
She knows too much to argue or to judge

The bridge at midnight trembles
The country doctor rambles
Bankers’ nieces seek perfection
Expecting all the gifts that wise men bring
The wind howls like a hammer
The night blows cold and rainy
My love she’s like some raven
At my window with a broken wing

She’s got everything she needs
She’s an artist, she don’t look back
She’s got everything she needs
She’s an artist, she don’t look back
She can take the dark out of nighttime
And paint the daytime black.

You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees
You will start out standing
Proud to steal her anything she sees
But you will wind up peeking through her keyhole
Down upon your knees.

She never stumbles
She’s got no place to fall
She never stumbles
She’s got no place to fall
She’s nobody’s child
The Law can’t touch her at all.

She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks
She wears an Egyptian ring
That sparkles before she speaks
She’s a hypnotist collector
You are a walking antique.

Bow down to her on Sunday
Salute her when her birthday comes
Bow down to her on Sunday
Salute her when her birthday comes
For Halloween buy her a trumpet
And for Christmas, give her a drum.

Bob Dylan

I know… that I am imperfect,

But I know that you are beautiful.
I know that you are strong:
I know that you play the hand you are dealt,
And do not spend your life wishing for another.

I know you have questions:
I know you have fears:
But I know you are brave:
And I know you are generous,

I know…that you are loved very much. x

You were born here,
And died here,
Against your will….
Hurled into this world,
And taken from it,
By an unseen hand.
But you live on
In our love.
We’re your monument,
And your epitaph.

Where you lead,
I must follow,
In my own way…
You showed me how,
To carry a burden,
To accept my fate,
To leave gracefully,
When my time has come…

At the end I was helpless…
I could not comfort you,
Or give you peace.
As it was a cup,
That could not pass from you.
At the end I was a child,
Already missing you,
Who still needed your love…
So when the fire of your spirit,
Became a flickering ember,
Your last smile,
And wave goodbye,
Meant so much.

Your final ceremony,
Was filled with tears,
But left me comforted
And inspired.
It collected,
All the sparks of your life,
Into a pure beacon,
That shone,
One last time,
And then faded away.

We floated in the music and voices
And we held each others hand
We said how our lives and choices
Were like footprints in the sand

The whirlpool around us went round
And time stood still a while
My heart drove me on ’til I found
The words to say goodbye

When life blows everything away
There is nothing left but love
When you have nothing left to say
There is nothing left but love

Her lovely face, her giving
Her laughter and her fun
We miss her..all of us living
As we wait for our kingdom to come

On a cold damp Winter’s day
I kissed a Rose and watched it fall
On a tearful Winter’s day
We said goddbye one and all

When life blows everything away
There is nothing left but love
When this is your last today
There is nothing left but love.