and so the journey comes to this.
alone,
wounded
and home.
this may be the summit of my blind climbing,
with time,
with tears
resigned.
I have been reaching for an answer
whilst lying,
whilst running
in denial.
I have been found, caught out.
now seeing
and regretting
my fleeing.
So I listen to my heart
soothing my broken soul
and I try to hear
gentle words of comfort.
I am home
I am alone
I am waiting
for me to appear.
alone,
wounded
and home.
this may be the summit of my blind climbing,
with time,
with tears
resigned.
I have been reaching for an answer
whilst lying,
whilst running
in denial.
I have been found, caught out.
now seeing
and regretting
my fleeing.
So I listen to my heart
soothing my broken soul
and I try to hear
gentle words of comfort.
I am home
I am alone
I am waiting
for me to appear.
posted by billy at Thursday, May 11, 2006
4 Comments:
Is Billy gone? Are we seeing the real man back again.
Praise God! The blessings have gone on even while Billy was all we could see.
that's an interesting question Bilbo. I think Billy is probably the real me. The "GBme" is far more unreal. I somehow need to learn how to recognise my reality, and that, my friend is proving hard and painful. This has been a long process with many heights and many lows. Now at this place and with the help of some faithful friends I think the mirror is clearing
well even if GBme was only a passing breeze, at least the stirring he caused is still touching others.
no, not a passing breeze, just a part of me. I now simply wish to be all of me. To accept the past, the present and the future. I so hope that, whatever art comes from me, that it will be the richer and more vulnerable than ever before. Gracie can direct you to a website where I have posted close to 20 new songs. They may explain the process and longing better than I can here. Thanks mate
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