Grey, misty damp, you're in my bones, you've penetrated my soul this morn'.
I give thought to His majesty, the wonder of His miracles and how I might find myself in the stream of His goodness.
It occurs to me... go stand in the veil of tears, see if they are of joy or sorrow and find yourself in His kind grasp once again.
Lacey tears fall about my spirit this morn' as I rekindle in His warmth and love. Bittersweet, painful and joyous all at once, how can this be? He is all things and to Him I grow closer if only I could let go utterly. Wash over me HP, rinse me clean of any foul thoughts, any crooked notions. Bring me to Your Stream, ready to float along, unencumbered of self.
Ok well, there you have it. In my drinking/drugging days, I thought myself quite the creative writer fellow. And there were some interesting pieces that came from that time in my life. Lately I've been feeling as if I've had things to express. Sometimes I get that "I'm going to burst if I don't write, make music or something soon" feeling. I actually like the feeling. I hope it continues. I've found it difficult to actually begin writing creatively again until this very moment.