The Songwriter

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~The singer sets the song to flight, but it is the songwriter that gives it it's wings.~


Raise your voice friend
raise it high
let the notes reach
from dawn to night
like a sparrow up in the sky
it has a song and it has to fly
it carries a story under it's wings
and pays it forward when it sings

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Raise your voice child
sing it loud
live your dreams
and live them proud
like a sparrow up in the sky
it has a song and it has to fly
it carries a story under it's wings
and pays it forward when it sings

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Raise your voice dear
cry out true and strong
give love meaning
give it song
like a sparrow up in the sky
it has a song and it has to fly
it carries a story under it's wings
and pays it forward when it sings



Dedicated to Amber Whitworth and Vicki Rogers, two beautiful songwriters I know and love.

Nature Has a Song

"The Hare and the Crow"  by Amanda Clark

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Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

Nature has its own scene with a sweet beat and flow.

It hops like a rabbit and calls like a crow.

The sun has a slow dance of seduction with the moon

and underneath their cadence, is where all the flowers bloom.

The wind whispers strong yet gentle to each and every tree

and when it is time, there is a colorful dance of leaves

It is like a love song that plays right before our eyes

For nature’s song has perfect timing that is lovely, strong, and wise.

I Crossed a Wild River

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Change always comes bearing gifts. ~Price Pritchett


I crossed a wild river of all that was
and I lost all that I left behind
winds of change can be unmerciful
and even more so unkind

cobble stone and mortar
foundation and rail
oh the stories they hold 
if they had a voice to tell the tale

So much devastation so much change
lives lost, piles of rubble
and life's plans rearranged

but through it all
 we have grown strong and wise
rebuilt buildings, recovered homes
and repaired lives

Humanity is resilient 
and courageous in storm and loss.
man gives all when all can seem lost

So looking back now 
under a sunny and cloudless sky
I can see the miracles 
that in crisis did arise

for once I crossed a wild river of all that was
and I lost all I had before
but in the process
 I also gained so much more.

Opportunity * Hope * Purpose

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I can't wait all my life
On a street of broken dreams.
~Journey

Hope is not a second cousin once removed that lives in a far away state
it is as close as a dear child planting kisses upon your face.

Opportunity is not some rock star that lives in California that you will never meet
it is countless pebbles along your path right at your feet.

Purpose is not a mountain top that you could never reach
it is anyone's chair that sits in an alley way so just walk up and take a seat.

Life is a Slow Transforming Journey

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If you surrender to the wind, you can ride it. ~Toni Morrison



The same struggles
 that taught me to hold on for dear life
afraid of the fall
when I was young
are the same ones 
that taught me to let go 
when I became old
I am not what I was
I am less and yet I am more.

The Evidence of God

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People see God every day, they just don't recognize him. ~Pearl Bailey

I feel it in the cool mist of rain in the heat of June.

I smell it in the garden air at the hint of spring.

I see it in the amazing glow of the midnight moon,

And in the growth around me of every living thing.

I hear it in the clues of autumn in the rustling of falling leaves,

And I hear it in the cricket’s call and the song of the flying lark.

I touched it in the falling snow that spring will soon not keep.

Yet, it can only be seen with the eyes of an open heart.

Life is Poetic

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Human life is the source of deep suffering and gorgeous hope.
 ~Henry James Slack 



Life is a poetic journey
it is a carnival in the midst of darkened skies
miracles born of calamity
unlikely paths that cross and change lives
beauty that is built from rubble
flowers that grow on beaten paths
lovers that meet in war time
and give all the love they have
it is the silence before the storm
loneliness in crowded streets
random acts of kindness
from people we will never meet
life is a poetic journey
it is full of joy and full of pain
but through every endeavor
there is hope just the same.