"Bridge Over Troubled Waters" |
ALONE IN A WORLD OF COLD - This is a great time to reflect
upon the season and perhaps assess if I have come any great distance in
my lifetime. The facade changes, and perhaps the faces have slightly
different lines and structures. What I am notably interested in is how I
am perceived, not necessarily by others, but by myself. It is often said
that you need to live not always for others, but to be content with what
you behold in yourself. I have drifted across an interesting set of thoughts
set forth years ago. Perhaps that best describes my feelings at this hour. From childhood's hour I have not been As others were -I have not seen As others saw - I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow: I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I lov’d I lov'd alone. Then - in my childhood - in the dawn Of a most stormy life was drawn - From ev'ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still. From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that ‘round me roll’d In its autumn tint of gold - From the lightning in the sky As it pass'd me flying by - From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view. (E.A. Poe) I find great comfort in music, in the world around me and in the good which I attempt to do for those I both love and those I have not personally known. Some how this has not given me comfort in these waning years. There is a time when we all like to sit back and reflect. Although I do take comfort in what I have accomplished, the thought still runs through my mind. When is my time? When will those around me understand that to give continually and not receive in kind can cause a person to rethink their purpose in life. I have never considered myself anything but average. A greater person would take the ultimate joy, and fulfillment in merely knowing they had given and not expect the semblance of an act of kindness nor recognition of an achievement. This for me is not the case. Being average, I can not aspire to those esoteric heights of the saints. My sustenance here on this earth needs to include the affirmation of deeds done as being perceived as positive actions in the eyes of others. It is the reflections of those actions which I look for in their eyes, just as one would look for the reflection of beauty in a pool of clear water. What a person bestows upon the world needs to be reflected back, if not in action, then at least in the reflection of the look in another's eyes. HALFWAY DOWN A.A. Milne Half down the stairs Is a stair Where I sit. There isn't any Other stair Quite like it. I'm not at the bottom, I'm not at the top; So this is the stair Where I always Stop Halfway up the stairs Isn't up, And isn't down. It isn't in the nursery, It isn't in the town. And all sorts of funny thoughts Run round my head: It isn't really Anywhere! It's somewhere else Instead! ------------------- |
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| This is a favorite song. | ||
"Wind Beneath My Wings" |
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| Dedicated to Dan and Tracey. May their life together bring them joy and happiness | ||
"On Eagle's Wings" |
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| May the eagles safely carry Matt above the storm to sleep peacefully in the arms of the Lord | ||
"Canon" |
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"What A Wonderful World" |
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"Ave Maria" |
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"Tears In Heaven" |
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"Moonlight Sonata" |
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"Unchained Melody" |
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"Cats In The Cradle" |
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| How often have all of us regreted time lost? | ||
"Yesterday" |
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"Be There" |
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"The Way We Were" |
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