Collecting all harmony in a tank of gas
I do not intend to toss my peace of mind…far or fast
And, when stage struck by the crackled pavement,
there can be moments of…
being off task.
Bound by no determination, I am the wind.
I am the specks of soiled earth…bouncing about shaded glass.
A feeling that is unplanned and never lasts.
Stumbling with barren foot and dogs, not in tow.
It becomes apparent the soil, the sod, wishes for us…not to go.
Over knolls that bare the scar of winter’s discontent.
I am old.
The dogs are old.
Yet, we are hellbent.
No matter, the antiquated bridge.
No matter, the splinters of wood half skewed.
We a search for that which heaven has sent.
Sticks and stones.
A single light bulb.
On a single thread for the black sirens wail.
Rose-colored glass begins to age and crack.
While the politicians shadowbox.
The power ring in an endless split decision.
Never solve anything from a neighbor’s distant land.
I heard the strain of the common man.
Well the world seems spent.
And, the president has no good idea.
Of who the masses are.
Well I’m one of them!
And, I’m among friends
We’re trying to see beyond the fences in our own backyards.
I’ve seen the kingdoms blow.
Like ashes in the winds of change.
But the power of truth?
Is the fuel for the flame!
So the darker the ages get…
There’s a stronger beacon yet.
Let it be me!
If the world is night.
Shine my life…like a light.
In the kind word you speak…
In the turn of the cheek…
When your vision stays clear…
In the face of your fear…
Then you see turning out a light switch.
Is their only power.
When we stand like spotlights.
In a mighty tower.
All for one… And, one for all.
Then we sing the common call!
This is not a fighting song.
Indigo Girls – Let It Be Me
A grandfather is talking with his grandson and he says there are two wolves inside of us which are always at war with each other.
One of them is a good wolf which represents things like kindness, bravery and love. The other is a bad wolf, which represents things like greed, hatred and fear.
The grandson stops and thinks about it for a second then he looks up at his grandfather and says, “Grandfather, which one wins?”
The grandfather quietly replies,
‘the one you feed!’