my mind only races.

over green horizons

past yellow skies.

settles rarely

like the moving earth

shifting and reshaping.

oh how i wish sometimes that it would stop

i cannot keep up

with rapid jolts and swift movements.

colors blur. colors blend.

misguided, i stand alone.

autumn park.

my reluctance has led me far away
but i am not afraid to say that i need your grace

led away by a holy curiousity
i forgot you in the process
so i'm not afraid to say that i became selfish

and it has taken me so long
to put these words to music
but the anticipation has made the beauty
like the leaves in the fall

and though i don't know where to go from here
i will not walk in fear or pain
because there is everything to gain
in you
on a walk with you
in an autumn park with you.

Skies. And Grass.

Bird Calls.

"He brought me out into a spacious place; he rescued me because he delighted in me."

This summer, I have heard many times the birds chirping outside my window. This does not occur during the day, but rather during the late night- as if they are trying to give off the impression of early morning.

When I think of early morning the first image that comes to my mind is a spacious field- a clearing in the woods. The sun pours its first rays onto the tips of the tall grasses. All earth is damp from the morning dew. Spider webs glisten in their wetness, insects venture in and out of flowers, the air is chilled, and those persistant birds are chirping away.

But why come out at night, birds? Why must I hear your awakening sounds in the dark night?

I'd like to think it is a sign that mercies new are just hours away. That though the night may darken the earth, it is the morning and it is the light that remain forever powerful. The darkness can never be fully dark, for there is always something to light up the night sky...or in the case of the birds, always something to remind us of the light that is eager to shine upon us.

They, or rather he, is calling me to that spacious place.

Now.

I don't understand why a person would choose to see black and white when there is so much beautiful color in the world.


I don't understand why an artist would allow a canvas to stay blank for hours on end
when he or she could be creating something that suggests curiousity.


I don't understand why one would choose not to climb a tree for fear of falling
when that tree was clearly created to symbolize man's attempt to reach for something more.


And I don't understand why a person would choose not to play music because it is not in their nature to do so
for it is the music that is forever accompanying him on his journey through life.

Annapolis.