Monday, August 01, 2011

Home


Mosaic collage with paper fabric and glue.

Home – by T.L.Eastman July 2011
The waters are choppy, no land in sight.
The sky is dark, no stars tonight.
The fog rolls in and won't go away,
the light of dawn won't come this way.

Home, rest, safe, true - is the place to travel to.
Its water is deep, its grass is green.
It's the place to stand - on this in-between.

One part worry - one part doubt - two parts knowing that change has to come about.

The coast is winding as if a hint to the route,
if only that lighthouse were lit to suit.
Waves are crashing their sound fills my ears.
This letter travels faster through tears.

One part worry - one part doubt - two parts knowing that change has to come about.

There are steps that I need to take, vast as the ocean, this step of faith.
Glimpses of guidance come from the deep -
somehow this message needs to get from my head to my feet.

Home, rest, safe, true - is the place to travel to.
Its water is deep, its grass is green.
It's the place to stand - on this in-between.

One part worry - one part doubt - two parts knowing that change has to come about.

Home, rest, safe, true - is the place to travel to.
Its water is deep, its grass is green.
It's the place to stand - on this in-between.
Home, rest, safe, true.


(Written for Mary, Kim, Paul, Eric and me. PS: The demo track for the song is up on YouTube as I type @ TaraLamontEastman channel- please let me know your comments. Thank you for your investment in my heart.)

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