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Originally Posted By: Serenity13
(((Gardener)))

Originally Posted By: Gardener
And honored to call you my friend.


The honor is all mine.

For you ~

Two are better than one, because they have a good reward for their labor. For if they fall, one will lift up his companion. But woe to him who is alone when he falls for he has no one to help him up.
Ecclesiastes 4:9-10
Thank you.

For YOU!:

I had these lyrics framed and hanging in my bedroom for months. It represented my goal. Haven't looked at or read them for a while. Mary Chapin Carpenter: my favorite singer/songwriter. Today I re-read them. I believe I made it to the beginning of my goal, finally!

You did, too!

www.rhapsody.com/mary-chapin-carpenter/the-calling

Click on track 13's title, "Bright Morning Star", if it doesn';t play within a few seconds, then click the play arrow to the left of it. I believe they only let you play the entire song free one time.


Bright Morning Star
by Mary Chapin Carpenter

Last night I dreamed my head was in a fever
Last night I dreamed it never was so far
To reach a shore of safety and redemption
And to gaze upon a bright morning star

I dreamed I was by friends all but abandoned
I dreamed I was alone but for my scars
And blinded by the tears that fell like water
No more to see my bright morning star

The streets of dreams never looked this lonely
The streets of dreams never felt this hard
I heard my voice barely of a whisper
As the clouds denied a bright morning star

Sometimes this life is no more than a moment
And sometimes the light is lost unto the dark
But courage hears the sound of dawn approaching
And each our own bright morning star

I woke to find every window open
I woke to find the heavy door ajar
And I walked outside and stood upon the hilltop
And gazed once more on a bright morning star

I walked outside and every bird was singing
As I found again my bright morning star
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Last edited by Gardener; 01/04/10 10:14 PM.

Gardener

"My soul, be satisfied with flowers,
With fruit, with weeds even; but gather them
In the one garden you may call your own."
Cyrano deBergerac