The ticking of the clock is fading fast between the thoughts of day
I'm able to remember only the past moments which remain
Somehow in the midst of time, within the seconds flying by
the day and all what it contains, zooms unnoticeably by.
Where is the path of thought I walked in moments now forgot?
What conversations have I left without a gracious thought?
How can I now re-enter there, where strangers and friends near
for in my mind my thoughts are clear, but they are not for here.
I'm distracted by the ways of man, home searches, and a cast-iron pan
I'm looking towards a brand new start, and thinking of the sand
but really the problem's heart, I no longer enjoy my part
in learning how to teach with art, and so I'm moving on
I'm moving homes, my search is now; it has begun it's dance
but current's blurred in future's curve of unknown circumstance.
God, I pray You give me strength to continue down this road
when all I'd like to do today is embrace another's soul.
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