Spoken words will fail me.
Once more, I am filled with awe; amazed with God's subtle ways.
In the warm night air as
I walk with you in arm
Adventures bold calling
us to come forth to them
Following train tracks does seem an ironic adventure;
off into the distance they run without end, it would seem.
The thoughts in my head oft do the same, with less purpose
and n'er in such a staight line.
God showing me once again that what I know is of little
consequence to Him.
Although I am often filled with chaos and confusion, and seldom do
I know the path that I am to follow (though I would say othewise,
foolish man that I am), God's path for me has been layed out.
::. Looking Glass .::
Muse! Hear my cry
My well is run dry
With subtle infusion
relieve my confusion
No more can I create
Nothing fills my slate
What vision dids't see
few words cannot fully
recreate such a scene
My skill is but mean
Your aid will I need
Help me in this deed
The lady doth waver
How to win her favor
Thin chance for such
Shall I accomplish much
in the winning of her
heart, perhaps a flower
…
What shall I compose
to one as fair as thee
The tinkling of bells
Birds flying so free
Breath-taking majesty
Mountain peaks soaring
Pale moonlight sifting
Oceans tides roaring
'falls terrible crash
Furious waters wrath
Cresting and fall of
the Suns constant path
Oh, in clear darkness
what stars stand so near
Plucking one for thee
thru this looking glass