Tuesday, February 16, 2010

For You

After just a couple of posts, I can tell that writing, for me, is difficult. Now that I read what I have written, I am surprised at how what came out isn't exactly what was inside me. I wonder if authors and artists have the same problem. In other words, I wonder if what they produce is what is "inside" them. It might be the case, but I am often amazed by the fact that what they produce is what is "inside" me.

For example, the song below by Snow Patrol, says much of what I feel about the people I have been blessed with in this life. It says it in much the same way I would like to say it. If you are reading this, in Knightstown or Lubbock, Elkhart or Alaska, Bristol or Nashville, Grand Rapids or Cincinnati, Hanover or Jesup, The Dominican Republic or Ransom Canyon, Pennsylvania or Indianapolis, then this is in some way about you and to you. When I hear it, I think of you. "There's not a single doubt, when I can see your faces."

Give Me Strength
I choked back tears today because I can’t begin to say
how much you've shaped this boy, these last ten years or more.

My friends we've seen it all, triumphs to drunken falls
and our bones are broken still, but our hearts are joined until,
time slips its tired hand into our tired hands
we've years 'til that day and so much more to say.

You give the strength to me, a strength I never had,
I was a mess you see, I'd lost the plot so bad,
you dragged me up and out, out of the darkest place,
there's not a single doubt when I can see your faces.

My friends we've seen it all,
when it made no sense at all,
you dare to light my path
and found the beauty in the aftermath.

Let me hold you up like you held me up,
it's too late to never say this,
you must know I've always thought,

You give the strength to me, a strength I never had,
I was a mess you see, I'd lost the plot so bad,
you dragged me up and out, out of the darkest place,
there's not a single doubt when I can see your faces.

You give the strength to me, a strength I never had,
I was a mess you see, I'd lost the plot so bad,
you dragged me up and out, out of the darkest place,
there's not a single doubt when I can see your faces.

2 comments:

  1. Hey, I think I'm the first to post on your blog! I should get a prize or something.

    I see that many of your musings are articulated via song. Music seems to still resonate deeply within you. Much like it did back in Ross Hall.

    I'm thankful for the brief pictures into your life I'm afforded through this blog.

    Peace.

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  2. Pat,

    I have been catching up on your blog. I will say that if this writing is difficult than I would truly gate to see what hard or impossible is to you. I find your writing to be both flowing, honest, and heart felt. The piece on Zgene was amazing and I hope we all take something from his lessons. I see what you are doing here as brave, for I still right my musings and lessons in a journal, that none have seen, or keep them locked away in my memory, where hopefully one of my "rabbit ear" stories will unlock them for others.

    Keep up the great work. Thank you for all you and your family have given me on this last trip. Keep me in your prayers as I keep y'all in mine:)

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