Sitting Outside at Starbucks

I sit with my back to the mountain

feeling the breezes blowing my way

sunshine brings the warmth

the wind brings the cool

the mixture can be intoxicating

Invigorating, restoring, rejuvenating

The breezes bring the fresh air

the flowers dance to the music

releasing their fragrances to the skies

bypassing all of the whys

to simply enter into the why nots

Country music breaks the sounds

but then that just disappears

a new sound comes and takes its place

but that fades into the distance also

Yet the breezes still continue on

a gentle sound of all the frequencies 

Stirs all around

Orthodoxy, priesthood walks on by

I feel no fear, no pain, no hate

Just a simple truth that God makes all things great

We're all just trying to find more of Him

The best we all can

In the process we find He's been after us

He was telling us that in the breezes

He was speaking to us on the mountains

We just didn't turn around

But now that I'm found

I turn my face to see His smile

I feel the flowers dancing

I smell the cold of snow

I see the sounds of life and love

Only Him do I want to know

K, Duane Carter 6-24-11

Crimson Curtains

Crimson Curtains

Crimson curtains drawn down

Closing out the closing scenes

Longing for the hope, the dreams

I wonder what tomorrow holds

Beyond the veil

I wonder if I will fly or sail

Or walk or run or stroll or crawl

Will I make a bridge?

Or will I build a wall?

Whatever it is

Whatever I become

It is covered in mystery, in love

With little glimpses of moonlight

Silver slivers slipping through

All things covered, all things new

All things wonderful, all things true

I’m just dancing in the flowers of the cloaking

Within the promise of the moon I’m soaking

There must be a greater source of the light

I fly by day and swing by night

Simply looking for the breezes

K, Duane Carter 6-8-11