Philippians 4:8

 Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.

Philippians 4:8

 
It Might Be Hope
Sara Groves

Forgotten Doll

There's a child's doll in the yard across the street. I've looked over, on more than one ocassion, the last few days. It's raining today and still noone has remembered to go out and bring her back inside.

Why is it that seemingly insignificant things like this can tug at us so? Why do they create in us such pondering, as if the asnwer to a secret might be hidden there, in a doll laying on the grass in the rain?
 
© Rachelle
 
   

The Language or the Kiss

 


i don't know if it was real or in a dream
lately waking up i'm not sure where i've been
there was a table set for six and five were there
i stood outside and kept my eyes upon that empty chair
and there was steam on the windows from the kitchen
laughter like a language i once spoke with ease
but i'm made mute by the virtue of decision
and i choose most of your life goes on without me
oh the fear i've known
that i might reap the praise of strangers
and end up on my own
all i've sown was a song but maybe i was wrong


i said to you the one gift which i'd adore
the package of the next 10 years unfolding
but you told me if i had my way i'd be bored
right then i knew i loved you best born of your scolding
when we last talked we were lying on our backs
looking at the sky through the ceiling
i used to lie like that alone out on the driveway
trying to read the greek upon the stars
the alphabet of feeling
oh i knew back then
it was a calling that said if joy then pain
the sound of the voice these years later
is still the same


i am alone in a hotel room tonight
i squeeze the sky out but there's not a star appears
begin my studies with this paper and this pencil
and i'm working through the grammar of my fears
oh mercy what i won't give
to have the things that mean the most
not to mean the things i miss
unforgiving the choice still is
the language or the kiss


words and music by emily saliers
copyright 1994 bmi virgin songs inc and godhap music (bmi)

What Shall I Take

What shall I take with me to forever
I could take time
What would be the best thing
Maybe I'll take forever
Should I take the warmth of a friend
The smile of a love
But first I shall find them
Will I pack a happy ending
And place it in my satchel
Or fold up a memory to fit in a pocket
Will I take with me a poem
I could take two
What would be the brightest things
Maybe I'll find two

I don't remember what I brought here
I could have come with nothing
Maybe I came with the best things
Maybe I came with forever
Did I bring the warmth of a friend
The smile of a love
If so I must have lost them
Did I pack a happy ending
And bring it in my satchel
Or a folded memory tucked into my pocket
Did I bring a poem
Maybe I brought two
What were those brightest things
I brought with me from forever

© RachelleMay 2003

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"Time"
Alan Parsons Project


Lyrics:

Time flowing like a river, Time beckoning me.
Who knows when we shall meet again, if ever
But time, keeps flowing like a river, to the sea.
Goodbye my love, maybe for forever.
Goodbye my love, the tide waits for me.
Who knows when we shall meet again, if ever.
But time, keeps flowing like a river... on and on,
to the sea.... to the sea...
Till its gone forever... gone forever...
Gone forever... Ahhhhhhh
Goodbye my friend, maybe for forever.
Goodbye my friend, who knows when we shall meet again.
The stars wait for me.
Who knows when we shall meet again, if ever
But time... keeps flowing like a river..
To the sea... to the sea...
Till its gone forever... gone forever...
Gone forever... Ahhhhhhh
Forever more!!
Forever more!!
Forever more!!