Uphill idealist

  1 2 3 4 What do we stand on a rock for 5 6 7 8 We stand for God’s love, don’t hesitate! We’ve been blessed with hearts bold and stout worthy strong. We, like Peter, have been called by love our whole lives long. To stand for love, justice and grace – Everywhere we go,  mercy all over the place. Wherever it is a rock you see That is the place for love to be This is the place for love to be You are the place for love to be Crying out with songs of praise Never-ending for all our days Lived, shared, generous, true. LOVE Wherever we go, God’s love is calling you … Stand. 1 2 3 4 What do we stand on a rock for 5 6 7 8 We stand for God’s love, don’t hesitate!

There are words, probably as old as time that meander around the human mind. Wondering of meanings big and small that are scrawled on parchment papers, caves and cathedral walls. What is the purpose of this and that - and why does my heart go rat, ta, tat; when joy comes near and calls my name; these things of wonder are never the same. The call to other and unknown lands is eased when hope takes me by the hand. The answer of all, I cannot say - except that there always is a way. A way of wandering, that may be, but the way of adventure - is yet to be seen. "You don't know if you don't go", has echoed in my mind - making changes to my meter and my time. Going to the new does not excuse the known;  but confirms the real, the dear -  and who really is my home. The words as old as time still pace, dancing a tango that seems out of place. My wandering and wondering big and small has an answer, after all. No matter the journey, no matter the fall; my call...