Thursday, June 30, 2011

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

Monday, June 13, 2011

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