There’d be no good days if…

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Please Say Its Not Too Late

listening to this song by Iron&Wine and Calexico…made me feel desperate to love people, so I don’t feel like I missed a single moment…

::Dead Man’s Will::

Give this stone to my brother

Cuz we found it playing in the barnyard

Many years ago

Give this bone to my father
He’ll remember hunting in the hills
When I was 10 years old

May my love reach you all
I locked in myself and buried too long
Now that I come to fall
Please say it’s not too late
Now that I’m dead and gone

Give this string to my mother
It pulled the baby teeth she keeps inside the drawer
Give this ring to my lover
I was scared and stupid not to ask
For her hand long before

May my love reach you all
I locked in myself and buried too long
Now that I come to fall
Please say it’s not too late
Now that I’m dead and gone

After A While…

I came across this old poem by Veronica Shoffstall that I remember reading when I was in high school. It was about the things that you discover with time–through learning and experience and heartache. And even though I think that much of it is about saying goodbye to people that you love, it meant something deeper to me back then–that you move forward–you take things and write them down and remember them but you move forward–you make plans, they fall through, you make some more…

it was about the process for me. Assembling my life, creating plans, and then making new ones. I found comfort in knowing that the process was never-ending, I would learn and learn and learn, and God, the lover of my soul would never fade–my zeal to know Him greatly would never fail me; with every goodbye the Lord would whisper “I’m still here” and the romance with my Creator would continue.

I was happy to discover it once again–so wonderfully put, that we learn, we learn, and we learn…

After a while you learn

the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn
that love doesn’t mean leaning
and company doesn’t always mean security.
And you begin to learn
that kisses aren’t contracts
and presents aren’t promises
and you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead
with the grace of woman, not the grief of a child
and you learn
to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow’s ground is
too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down
in mid-flight.
After a while you learn
that even sunshine burns
if you get too much
so you plant your own garden
and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone
to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure
you really are strong
you really do have worth
and you learn
and you learn
with every goodbye, you learn…