Every day when I wake I feel sorrow and pain.
With my feet on the floor I struggle to gain
Enough strength to force this body upright.
Going through the motions, first steps are taken
Slowly, so slowly, the cobwebs are shaken,
Darkness recedes from strengthening light.
Things of yesterday have not all been burned
In the fire, nor have they all been turned
To ashes. Some now glow as the refiner’s gold.
Joy’s hands reach in with warmth and start
To touch and heal this tired heart
With songs of praise both new and old.
God is Love.
What I’ve heard would fill a kingdom
What I’ve learned would fill a home
What I’ve done would fill a cart.
What I’ve had would fill a room
What I’ve lost would fill a book
What I’ve loved would fill a heart.
I know this place. I’ve been here before,
Though I can’t remember when, or who
Was my companion and what
We did or didn’t do.
I know that big old apple tree
Growing by that old stone wall
With apples gone and dropping leaves
With upraised arms it greets the fall.
I’ve seen this field in winter’s rest
And in rebirth in spring.
I’ve seen the blossoms turn to fruit
While birds return to sing.
I’ve seen this place before,
And I hope I will again.
I yearn both day and night
For a place I’ve never been.
A holiday like this should be
Boisterous and full of a melody
Of laughter and love and living sound,
And the sight of the youngest running around.
A barbecue to signal the retreat
Of the season on scurrying feet,
And the coloring leaves
Of the backyard trees.
Endings are just beginnings
But we’re hoping for extra innings
If only I’d money to buy it
I’d want just a little less