February 2, 2007
Still Journey
copyright 2004
Late summer’s providence walked right to my door
I was looking up sitting quietly on the floor
You gave me a smile and we walked into a storm
I don’t know if the rain or our tears kept us warm
So listen up now and hear what I say
You did your best with what you’d been given
And now there’s an old part of you once again living
Nothing is pure, my friend, no matter what you’ve been told
Take a long hard look in the mirror and try to let a little bit go
You know that love is healing some small part of you
But you keep looking over your shoulder as if it’s all that you can do
This may be the very hardest work that you’ve ever done
But when you’re on a still journey there is no place to run.
So now here you are in the belly of the whale
Looking for signs and sages everywhere
There is no need to bait your time though the longest winds may howl
Just stand here in the storm with me with the warm rain falling down
Just stand here in the storm with me with the warm rain falling down