Great people come and go
Only so far as history seems to show
Or is it that the good are only footnotes
Dust forgotten in the great boat’s wake?
Where a man stands there’s always another
Or maybe even just in the shadows, a mother
Many would not be where they are today
Are you where you thought you’d always stay
Not without the influence and care of a mother’s gentle stare
Don’t want to look too far
Inside of myself
Seeing what I wish to hide
Control is merely an illusion
Reaching out from my pride
Even as my heart knows the truth
Perhaps I need another dose
As humility is missing
Now that my knees hit the ground
Can’t keep these feelings inside
Yet not caring as tears fall down
Real life likes to push its way in
Especially when you’re trying to do something
So you have to find a way to push the distractions back
Taking time to think and ponder what I lack
Looking at myself through eyes that are not mine
Even going so far as to wonder just what I might find
So take time every day, or every chance you get
Search inside of who you want to be just yet
Sometimes I can only take so much
Of life and how it has a continuous suck
Upon my time and energy
Lacking that spiritual synergy
Insert Restless Soul by Cherie Call
Today I am grateful for all the times my mother sang us to sleep as children. She loves music and wrote different lullabies for each of her eight children and some of her friends’ children as well. I have no children as of yet, but I do have ten nieces and nephews and I have sung each of them to sleep at least once using music that my mother used to sing me to sleep with. Sadly I do not have a recording of any of her lovely music, but I do have a song written and performed by Cherie Call that reminds me very much of what my mom did every other night for her children. (It was every other night because she switched off with Dad, who told us stories to lull us to sleep.)
Check out the original Thankful Thursday.
Don’t give up on what you feel in your bones
Remember that it helps you to breathe
Even when you’re bruised and broken
A moment with this is more than enough
Maybe that vision is who you really are
If only you let yourself dream you’d learn that you can still breathe
Written sort of for the Dungeon Prompt: Faith, Tolerance and Mutual Appreciation. Check out Sreejit’s post for this prompt as well! Also, finally learned how to embed a video on my blog.
Breathing In 