Starting tomorrow, I'm going to be on a really tight schedule, with pretty rigorous commitments. Things which need to happen if I'm going to have a successful semester.
I'm really scared. I'm terrified. It's going to be really difficult, and very fulfilling, and involve a lot of growing pains. Because of these things, I'm going to blog about it so that I can vent frustrations and improve as I go. As of right now I need to go to bed.
I'll explain the challenge more as I go.
Here we go!
http://thoughtsofasimpledreamer.blogspot.com/2014/12/ready-set-go.html
Sunday, October 25, 2015
Sunday, October 11, 2015
Where Eternity Touches the Sky: An Original Poem
I felt like I could see you
If I stood on top of the world
And the vastness of our separation
Would be smaller as I beheld the nation
So I found a grand staircase in a little old town
In the back of the shop where they made the king's crown
'Hind a dusty old picture as large as a man
Was a creaky old door.
No lock on the door, past the stubborn brown hinge
So I opened it slowly, and softly went in.
The staircase extended to the top of the world
Round and again it gently unfurled.
A day or two later I came out on top
All was gentle, all was still, and I came to a stop.
And I looked and beheld that the world is so large,
Our distance then became small.
So I called to you then and somehow you heard,
And you went to the staircase in the small little town
In the back of the shop where they made the king's crown.
And you found the old picture as large as a man
Where the door is with the hinges a little off tan.
I met you there, and for a day or two we
Climbed the stairs so on top of the clouds we could be.
Soon we came out on top, and the stillness still was
In the place where before I had taken a pause.
And we sat in the moment so peaceful and still
With a cup of serenity we wished not to spill.
Soon spill it we did, but no crying did we,
As we danced to the soft song of life in our glee.
We danced and we sang and the songs were so sweet
Our harmonies glistened as we flowed with our feet.
Time stops for a moment to observe you and I
Radiant and young, unbelievably free.
On the top of the world God created.
In the place where the world and eternity meet
There is none so thankful as I.
For I called, and you came, and forever we'll be
Where eternity touches the sky.
If I stood on top of the world
And the vastness of our separation
Would be smaller as I beheld the nation
So I found a grand staircase in a little old town
In the back of the shop where they made the king's crown
'Hind a dusty old picture as large as a man
Was a creaky old door.
No lock on the door, past the stubborn brown hinge
So I opened it slowly, and softly went in.
The staircase extended to the top of the world
Round and again it gently unfurled.
A day or two later I came out on top
All was gentle, all was still, and I came to a stop.
And I looked and beheld that the world is so large,
Our distance then became small.
So I called to you then and somehow you heard,
And you went to the staircase in the small little town
In the back of the shop where they made the king's crown.
And you found the old picture as large as a man
Where the door is with the hinges a little off tan.
I met you there, and for a day or two we
Climbed the stairs so on top of the clouds we could be.
Soon we came out on top, and the stillness still was
In the place where before I had taken a pause.
And we sat in the moment so peaceful and still
With a cup of serenity we wished not to spill.
Soon spill it we did, but no crying did we,
As we danced to the soft song of life in our glee.
We danced and we sang and the songs were so sweet
Our harmonies glistened as we flowed with our feet.
Time stops for a moment to observe you and I
Radiant and young, unbelievably free.
On the top of the world God created.
In the place where the world and eternity meet
There is none so thankful as I.
For I called, and you came, and forever we'll be
Where eternity touches the sky.
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