These words are lyrics to a song I wrote many years ago. I’ve an inkling this skeletal frame may yet grow tissue and become something more. But, for now, I offer these few words to you in the form of a poem. Perhaps someday, I’ll be be ready to post my music. But that day is not today.
Precious Stones
Sometimes I crawl back in;
Lay down in the grave that was mine
Need to feel how it was,
How it hurt, how it stifled and suppressed
Need to feel the sadness of regret.
But as I lay there, I’m aware
That I am not as I was;
There is perspective in remembering,
But I am new and the former things have gone
The before has lost its hold on me
So I climb out again
I carry now the treasure,
Precious stones formed in darkness and in pressure
I am formed by my journey;
It’s been long and I am weary
But I find myself in You
Embedded, I am in You;
Yes, I am in You.
That is beautiful Ellen…thanks you I love you
I love you, dad! xo
I just got to work, and this was the first email that I opened. Great way to start my day! You’re rockin’ it out Ellen – keep it up! So proud! Lots of love from Boston!
Love you, Heather!! xo
Great idea to do this writing Ellen! Keep it up . . .
Thank you, Mark!