I have come too far for just a photograph
To gaze upon my scars and fever laugh
There is no sense in pausing at some fabled destination 
Keep your sunsets and your wooden bench
Time keeps on, it needs no audience 
To calmly sit in quiet contemplation
All around me bees are buzzing, they're in my eyes, my throat, my lungs,  I won't stop  now my mind is running 

Once you stare into that endless void 
You count each step you take with thoughtless joy
Sweet motion of the current pulls you through the rapids of creation 
Those who hold on to your sudden course
May come and go, and oblige some sweet discourse
There is no need to welcome them to your obliviation
Fires are burning, smoke compelling, the very essence of your soul is always at some risk of melting  
 
Me, I dance alone, the true contender
Chaos fills my bones as I remember 
Love is but an object of salvation
Why would I desire an easy course
Of gentle rain after tasting this eternal storm 
I close my eyes and whisper to some call for cold damnation 
Oh, my body, feet are pounding, to live is to let go especially when you find out oh, you're drowning

Some Fabled Destination

My face holds traits of my father it’s true
I look like his sister, my aunt Mary Lou
But when I’m singing it’s easy to see
My Mom gave her music to me

Yes it is true
Joanne Lucille, my music is through you

As we gather together on each Christmas Eve
In service of music for those who believe
Four generations in sweet harmony
Music’s in our family tree

Yes it is true
Joanne Lucille, my music is through you

There are genes and there’s inspiration
She’s given me each of these parts
Between nature and nurture – they plotted my future
Music is firmly held inside my heart

I know all gifts are from God above
Yet music has blossomed because of Mom’s love
I learned it first as a child in her choir
A song our faith to inspire

Yes it is true
Joanne Lucille, my music is through you
Oh Mother mine, my music is through you

Monthly Inspiration

Joanne Lucille

50/90 2020

If I Was a Bird

Maybe a coffee addict. Usually a distance runner. Sometimes a songwriter. Currently a skiier. Always a teacher. Used to be a stegosaurus.

Some Fabled Destination

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