Beautiful Version

Lyrics:

When all the world is a hopeless jumble
And the raindrops tumble all around
Heaven opens a magic lane
When all the clouds darken up the skyway
There`s a rainbow highway to be found
Leading from your windowpane
To a place behind the sun
Just a step beyond the rain

Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high
There`s a land that I heard of once in a lullabye
And somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue
And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true

Some day Ill wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
And troubles melt like lemon drops away above the chimney tops
That`s where you`ll find me

Somewhere, over the rainbow bluebirds fly
If birds can fly over the rainbow
Why, oh then why can`t I?

Someday Ill wake and rub my eyes
And in that land beyond the skies
Youll find me
Ill be a laughing daffodil
And leave the silly cares that fill my mind behind me

Somewhere, over the rainbow, bluebirds fly
If birds can fly over the rainbow
Why, then oh why can`t I?

If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can`t I?

Repeats

Wishing For Sidewalks

Silently we go, understanding not what lies ahead, but knowing something is missing. Our pack? Our pony? But the daunting darkness reveals not the answer.

Stumbling, we cannot say where we are going, or even where we are. Time drags. Loud footsteps race up from behind and we are frozen with fear.

We wish for successful outcomes, for softer terrain and the smoothness of sidewalks, but none are to be found and outcomes are yet unknown.

There is no compass. No map. There is night. There is sleep. It's tempting to stay safe under the cover of pitched tents beside crackling fires, waiting for mornings that never come.

Yet, we know. Somehow we know this is our illusion. It is not real. It is deception.

Though the road be long and wearisome, we have but to move forward following the one who travels ahead. Making the burden that small bit lighter. To simply listen to his guiding call. That voice that soothes if only our souls hear.

© Rachelle
2003

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The Eternal Promise

The beauty of the beloved awaits in the charmed stillness and knowledge of his promise. For all it's disappointments and trials, hope shall not be dissolved. For it was sown by the spirit which breathed even before the lungs were shaped. As we move in this limited form, amidst the few grand things of earth, he ceaselessly provides us that taste of a mercy and a grace by which all tears will end and youth be restored and stretched in infinite circles.

The soul does beseech him, as surely as with clasped hands or tightened eye on bended knee. Though there is no need for such things. He has heard his children. The promise, still distant, is brought to our remembrance in visions and stirrings that, while unmeasured, are exacted according to all good purposes. Glimpses of splendor magnified a thousand times. We alone, who are his, will hear his assurance - the eternal promise.

© Rachelle
2008

January 2009
March 2009

I can tell by your eyes
That you've prob'bly been cryin' forever,
And the stars in the sky don't mean nothin' to you
They're a mirror.

I don't want to talk about it
How you broke my heart.
If I stay here just a little bit longer,
If I stay here, won't you listen to my heart?

If I stand all alone
Will the shadow hide the color of my heart
Blue for the tears, black for the night's fears

And the stars in the sky don't mean nothin' to you
They're a mirror

I don't want to talk about it, how you broke my heart
If I stay here just a little bit longer
If I stay here, won't you listen to my heart?
This ol' heart.

If I stay here just a little bit longer,
If I stay here, won't you listen to my heart?
My heart, whoa, heart.

From Helen Georgia

We're in Helen Georgia for the Holiday weekend. Mostly we're just chilling, but we did go out shopping this morning and the main stop of the morning was, of course, Zuzu's Petals Rock shop, owned and operated by Linda and Geoff McAllister, where I got a lovely Unakite necklace and matching earrings, as well as a Septarian nodule. I'd like to take some pictures of the few items there I've gotten over the last few years. Hopefully I'll be able to do that some time during the upcoming days after we get home from our much needed vacation.

We didn't bring the power cord for the laptop and I'll run out of battery power in a minute, so that's about it for now.

[Also see HERE]

King Hummingbird

By JJ Grey & Mofro



A crown of red, king hummingbird
There upon your perch, say the word
And I’ll fall down on my knees and beg
For the life I took from you my king
Oh this empty thing I’ve done

Everywhere I go, I feel you there
Do you even know me?
Do you even care?

The deepest green, and rainbow blue
As delicate and light, as morning dew
Beating wings they whisper, a baby’s breath
Filling me with wonder, for all that is
But I took careful aim and I made no sound
For no reason I can think of now
Oh this empty thing I’ve done

Everywhere I go, I feel you there

Untitled

like a well -
no, like a fountain
it overflows and spills
faster than i can contain it
and i am beneath it
but the oxygen is pure here
i can breathe and move
under it's liquid pressure

now i realize, after all,
it is not to contain it that i wish
but to set it free
to pour -
to run like a river
and in doing so i can hope
that it will, in the end,
flow back to me
bringing with it all that i knew
but didn't understand

© Rachelle