Gradually
This is take 63
Though you stopped counting long ago
And still the darkness comes
The anguish blanketing your soul
The game of life is Loss
It's gonna come again my friend
Sometimes it's big or small
But it's all even in the end
There comes a time
When you're just listening
There comes a time
When you're just gone
I didn't know this once
The answers come to those who wait
And then for 40 days
You let the dawn pick up the pace
The game of life is Love
It's gonna come again my friend
Sometimes it's big or small
But it's all even in the end
There comes a time
When you're just listening
There comes a time
When you're just gone
Gradually growing wholeness.
****
How in the world
I can't see what's down the road
Might as well just let it be
Let it be
Let it go
And I can't pray away the pain
Might as well just settle down
Settle down
Settle in
Settle down
Settle in
How in the world do people
Carry on with so much
To carry around and no teaching
On how to free our minds
How in the world will people
Fix the world when changing
Other people starts with
Learning how to free yourself
How to free yourself
How to calm yourself
How to quiet your mind
How to stop the war
Stop yourself.
******
Aging Hands
"Hillside lullaby
You came into my life
Not a moment too late
But just in time
All of my wisdom
All of my fortunes
Had drifted far from me
In a blackened sea
Then you dragged me out again/My outstretched hands/My pleading hands/My desperate hands/My praying hands
Wings on the mountain
Lift me high
I'd give up a year of laughter
For a day with you in the sky
There's no changing
The condition I'm in
Show me light in darkness
I'd probably doubt it again
Yet I see with my very eyes/We're holding hands/Holding hands/My open hands/My aging hands
Can you feel me? Can you tell that I'm not that strong?
Can you hear me? Can you tell that it's been too long?
But I know I'm not alone
It's in my hands/My healing hands/My breathing hands/My aging
Poems by Daniel Garcia
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