Let it Be

When I find myself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.
And in my hour of darkness she is standing right in front of me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

And when the broken-hearted people living in the world agree,
there will be an answer, let it be.
For though they may be parted there is still a chance that they will see,
there will be an answer. let it be.

Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

And when the night is cloudy, there is still a light, that shines on me,
shine until tomorrow, let it be.
I wake up to the sound of music, mother Mary comes to me,
speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

Let it be, let it be, let it be, let it be.
Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

- The Beatles

The Right Places

Duluth

If he doesn't come
Back this time, I'm going to
Duluth with Harold.

Live Free

We must breathe
We must struggle
It is inescapable
Time carries us
Unconcerned
As a wave carrying
One or one billion
Grains of sand

We all know pain
We all know sorrow
Our insignificance
Masked in emotions
Deeply moving
Consuming
But we need not suffer
I choose not to suffer

I have been given love
I have been given joy
I will not stomp my foot
Petulant, affronted
I will open my arms
Gratefully
Grieve when I must
And live free

Motionless

Motionless I wait.
Buffeted from within by
my heart's hurricane.

With or Without

I stand with you
At a cross-roads.
There are two paths.
You have chosen yours.
I must choose to
Go with you or
Go alone.

I lean into you
Unwilling to surrender
The joy and comfort
I've found with you.
You hold me.
You want me to join you.
But you won't ask.

Your path is bright.
Inviting.
Everything I want
Lies on your path
Save one.
One life. One little life.
Can I live without it?

The other path is dark.
Obscured.
I can't know what
Lies on that path.
A little life?
Maybe not.
Can I live with it?

Water Fall

Come Autumn Come! Please.
Bring cool nights, breezy days and
Rain! We thirst for rain.

Okay!

The Hardest Lie

The hardest lie I tell myself
Is that there is only one path to joy
And I am not on it

I create my life, a labyrinth
And stand paralyzed, afraid to choose a direction
Fearing monsters

Meanwhile, joy stands behind me
Patiently waiting for me to allow it
To walk beside me

How long will I make it wait?
How long will I ignore the truth that joy will
Gladly go with me down any path?