There is a spirit in the thing
There is a movement of the soul that goes beyond gyration
There is a music that is heard above the rhythm, the noise
There is an elevation of life, the everyday
There is communion
There is a touching of God
There is water and earth and sky and never ending evolution
Peace and chaos
Order and madness
Stillness and revolution
There are colors and sounds bursting, breaking, flowing
There is communion
There is a touching of God
It is no mere jump and wave
No mere sing along
It is a spirit
An awakening
An elevation of life, the everyday
There is communion
There is a touching of God
A blessed people
Unbound talent
Mastered creativity
Revelry, abandon
Forsaking institution, man made deities
Embracing the God which dwells within
Releasing the soul to worship freely
“Where two or three are gathered in my name…”
There is a communion
A touching of God
Even in its complex simplicity
In its sublime absurdity
It is undeniable
There is a spirit in the thing
Granted, bestowed upon a blessed people
It is our communion
Our God is in the midst
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
you...in small moments
We catch them where we can
Stealing small moments of joy
In a seemingly endless sea of routine, of anger and sadness, of despair
A song that brings a smile
Nostalgia
A memory of you and me together
Happy, laughing
I love you
I love you for loving me
No one else fits
and I fit with no one the way I feel I fit with you
That simple, small truth brings me immeasurable joy
I see a future for me, us
Far away days where we’re comfortably old, enjoying each other and it feels real, possible
I love you
I love your voice
I love your smile
A stolen memory of us being together, free, loving
It brings me comfort in days of discontent
I remind myself that you are the reason I do it all
Dwell in the endless sea of routine, and anger and sadness and despair
You, your smiles, our future
You
And I can go on
I am free and it is all possible
A memory of your smile and I am at peace
Reassured once again
Stealing small moments where I can
Stealing small moments of joy
In a seemingly endless sea of routine, of anger and sadness, of despair
A song that brings a smile
Nostalgia
A memory of you and me together
Happy, laughing
I love you
I love you for loving me
No one else fits
and I fit with no one the way I feel I fit with you
That simple, small truth brings me immeasurable joy
I see a future for me, us
Far away days where we’re comfortably old, enjoying each other and it feels real, possible
I love you
I love your voice
I love your smile
A stolen memory of us being together, free, loving
It brings me comfort in days of discontent
I remind myself that you are the reason I do it all
Dwell in the endless sea of routine, and anger and sadness and despair
You, your smiles, our future
You
And I can go on
I am free and it is all possible
A memory of your smile and I am at peace
Reassured once again
Stealing small moments where I can
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