The Morgan Church Devotional

a pastor's thoughts about...uhm...stuff

Location: Morgan, VT., United States

follower of Jesus. husband & father. friend. pastor.

Saturday, April 15, 2006

Attics of My Life

In the attics of my life
Full of cloudy dreams unreal
Full of tastes no tongue can know
And lights no eye can see
When there was no ear to hear
You sang to me

I have spent my life
Seeking all that's still unsung
Bent my ear to hear the tune
And closed my eyes to see
When there were no strings to play
You played to me

In the book of love's own dream
Where all the print is blood
Where all the pages are my days
And all my lights grow old
When I had no wings to fly
You flew to me
You flewto me

In the secret space of dreams
Where I dreaming lay amazed
When the secrets all are told
And the petals all unfold
When there was no dream of mine
You dreamed of me

By Hunter/Garcia

i am reminded this easter that life isn't always easy for the faithful. there are hurts and disappointments and discouragement...there is heaviness and seemingly endless black tunnels where there seems very little light and what little light there is...well, it is awful far away.

those of you in a better spot...sings songs to them. fly on the wings of the dawn to them. dream dreams for them.

"Bear one another's burdens, so fulfilling the law of Christ."

He is Risen.


Anonymous nanamoose said...

Also help your self by attending church on a regular bases, let PMike lift you with words of encouragement!!! Works for me every week.

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

me too!

Anonymous Anonymous said...

excellent idea! i'm going to do that!

Anonymous Anonymous said...

that's what i think!

Anonymous Anonymous said...

me too! (again!)


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