One More Try

Pick up your crazy heart and give it one more try...

When Poetry Escapes You

When poetry escapes you,
And you are stripped of your eloquence,
Robbed of your rhythm
And aching for rhyme...

When life lacks color, and confidence,
And you cannot find words,
But only the end of yourself...

When stillness & silence are not enough
To quiet your heart,
And the light in your eyes is fading
Like the day at dusk...

Be still.
I will still be here,
Patiently waiting for you.

I am yours beloved,
And you are mine.

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I Threw Away The Key

Thinking about Andrew Peterson's song "Hosea" this morning.
These lyrics are woven so beautifully.

Every time I lay in the bed beside you, Hosea, Hosea, I hear the sound of the streets of the city. My belly growls like a hungry wolf and I let it prowl till my belly's full. Hosea, my heart is a stone. Please believe me when I say I'm sorry, Hosea, Hosea, you loveable, gullible man. I tell you that my love is true till it fades away like a morning dew. Hosea, leave me alone. Here I am in the Valley of Trouble. Just look at the bed that I've made: badlands as far as I can see. There's no one here but me, Hosea.

I stumbled and fell in the road on the way home, Hosea, Hosea. I lay in the brick street like a stray dog. You came to me like a silver moon with the saddest smile I ever knew. Hosea carry me home again. Home again. You called me out to the Valley of Trouble just to look at the mess that I've made, a barren place where nothing can grow. One look and my stone heart crumbled--it was a valley as green as jade. I swear it was the color of hope. You turned a stone into a rose, Hosea, Hosea.

I sang and I danced like I did as a young girl, Hosea, Hosea. I am a slave and a harlot no more. You washed me clean like a summer rain and you set me free with that ball and chain. Hosea, I threw away the key.

I'll never leave.