My thoughts spin again
My head swirls and battles rage
I long for slowness
My thoughts spin again
My head swirls and battles rage
I long for slowness
All beauty of the earth resounds
In songs both wild and free
But learn we must: though it abounds,
Its bounty’s not for me
The trees do whistle, bend, and creak
The birds cry loud and high
And though to hear them we may seek
They’re not for you and I
The earth is its own
And we but a part
Earth, plants, and water
They are more than building blocks
They give life itself
I have not lost nor set aside
The years that led to now
They are as seeds of num’rous trees
That grow with me each day
Oft do I wait for some new sign
To tell me what I want to hear
But oft’ner still it lies before
My eyes for me to see
They often talk of “freedom to”
With little said of “freedom from”
Looking outward
One may find beauty
Excitement
Wonder
But
Looking inward
Is where we find
Purpose
Looking up at stars
Wond’ring what secrets they hold
What stories they’ve seen
Why does the wind whistle so?
Why does it howl and cry?
Why does it lift its voice
So somber and so high?
And once with furrowed brow you asked of me,
What was it made me fall in love with thee?
For one, it was the starlight in your eyes;
For two, it was the moonbeams in your hair;
For three, your copper skin in the sunrise;
(Of course what first I saw was: you are fair!)
For four, it was the music in your laugh;
For five, the way you woke my thoughtful side;
For six, you were at once my better half;
For sev’n, the way you made me smile so wide;
For eight, I felt at once alive and true;
For nine, we saw above us the same sky;
For ten, as ne’er before, with you I knew
That in this life some walk, but we would fly.
Someday I know I’ll think of more to say;
I hope these truths suffice for thee today.