I know this world is far from perfect.
I am not the type to mistake a streetlight for the moon.
I know our wounds are deep as the Atlantic.
But every ocean has a shoreline
and every shoreline has a tide
that is constantly returning
to wake the songbirds in our hands,
to wake the music in our bones,
to place one fearless kiss on the mouth of that new born river
that has to run through the center of our hearts
to find its way home.
I am not the type to mistake a streetlight for the moon.
I know our wounds are deep as the Atlantic.
But every ocean has a shoreline
and every shoreline has a tide
that is constantly returning
to wake the songbirds in our hands,
to wake the music in our bones,
to place one fearless kiss on the mouth of that new born river
that has to run through the center of our hearts
to find its way home.
― Andrea Gibson, Pole Dancing to Gospel Hymns
© Eus Nieuwenhuizen with CCLicense
Synkroniciti dedicates this post to the memory of Dan Haworth, who slipped the bonds of Earth today. We remember with joy and laughter through tears.
what a sweet murmur, joyous and calm … thank you. tony
You are welcome! Thank you.