• advent journal: first lines

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    I was going back through some poems and found this one, so I spent a little time revising it and offer it anew tonight. Feel free to sing along.

    first lines

    I pulled into Nazareth was feeling ‘bout half past dead
    I don’t want to hear a love song
    doctor my eyes have seen the years and the slow parade of tears
    headlights are flashing down the highway
    I wonder if we’re gonna ever get home
    a look at you all see the love there that’s sleeping
    when you’re down and troubled and you need a helping hand
    keep a fire burning in your eye pay attention to the open sky
    you who are on the road must have a code that you can live by
    you come a-walking with a scar on your soul
    taking too much too lightly
    you with the sad eyes don’t be discouraged

    there’s a river of sorrow in my soul
    there’s a river of love that flows through all times
    don’t the hours grow shorter as the days go by
    there are the ones you call friends
    the mississippi delta’s shining like a national guitar
    another turning point a fork stuck in the road
    people get ready there’s a train a-comin’
    you can play the game and act out the part
    baby I’ve been searching like everybody else
    in the middle of late last night I was sitting on a curb
    where have all my friends gone? they’ve all disappeared
    like a bird on a wire like a drunk in a midnight choir

    I’ve been sleeping for some hours
    just woke up and you were there
    I will remember you will you remember me
    when the road gets dark and you can no longer see
    in every heart there is a room a sanctuary safe and strong
    didn’t say we wouldn’t hurt anymore
    people that are sad they wear a frown
    it’s coming on Christmas and they’re cutting down trees
    I heard was there was a secret chord
    eight years old with a flour sack cape tied all around his neck
    I’ve heard love songs make a Georgia man cry
    am I young enough to believe in revolution

    when it’s dark outside you’ve got to carry the light
    the waltzing fool he’s got lights in his fingers
    there ain’t nobody asked to be born
    shut it down and call this road a day
    we’re living in a time of inconvenience
    you come home late and you come home early
    we are swimming with the snakes at the bottom of the well
    all the unsaid words that I might be thinking
    the presence of your absence follows me
    something in your eyes makes me want to lose myself
    here we go again another round of blues
    it was all I could do to keep from crying

    oh play me a blues song and fade down the lights
    so many years so many hardships
    just when every ray of hope was gone
    tell anybody that ain’t got nobody somebody’s coming
    when I was a little boy my daddy told me mister
    don’t ever try to climb too high ’cause it’s the fall that gets you
    screen door slams Mary’s dress waves
    we are swimming with the snakes at the bottom of the well
    when you start if you exist God believes in you
    I am an old woman named after my mother
    I’ve been lately thinking about my lifetime
    I can hear her heartbeat from a thousand miles

    Peace,
    Milton

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    2 Responses to advent journal: first lines

    1. December 13, 2014 at 10:36 pm

      I recognize almost all of these. I might add:
      “If I ventured in the slipstream, between the viaducts of your dream” and
      “As I walk on through this wicked world, searching for light in the darkness of insanity…”

    2. December 13, 2014 at 10:41 pm

      Nice work, Jeff.

      Peace,
      Milton

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