Not too much happening here. Ever get the feeling that you're submerged in jello, you can't move, you're just suspended in a gelatinous space of your own making, or someone else's making? That's me; here....existing. Nothing is special, nothing specific, just existing. My guess is that there are a lot of people out there doing the same thing. Hanging on, digging in deep riding the wave and waiting for it to carry them somewhere. hmmm....
Anyway, I was thinking of something I had written about 4 years ago and low and behold in church the other day the title was once again presented to me in such a way that it practically smacked me in the face. God works in mysterious ways they say. Maybe someone needs to read it, maybe I need to hear it again, maybe I feel it again. Here it is.
Rose of Sharon
Are the scars still visible?
Do they leave a remembrance of how selfish we became?
I will touch them and feel the sacrifice that was given.
As for me, I do not deserve the anguish you shed.
I am moved into my inheritance by your gift.
A blood sacrament stained through white wool, sifted
down
crevasses of knotted pine; puddled in mud, but still pure
as light.
You touched my heart, bought my soul and I happy to be
yours Rose of Sharon.
One more thing, I haven't written anything in a long while, I wish I could but as the song goes; the language is leaving me. If I did, I would love to write songs like this guy.
Other songs by Mraz on the youtube video bar.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8Mz_kyRlWY
~~peace~~
Moni
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More... please!
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