January 5, 2011
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Sometimes I wonder.

About Jesus my savior

And why he would choose a hopeless sinner for his own.

About the days that come and go

Leaving lasting memories that live on

In hearts and minds

long after they are made.

About love that hurts

Or fades

Or lasts until one’s dying breath.

Sometimes I listen.

To the wind as it blows

weaving down streets and alleys

breathing its sweet breath through my hair.

To a newborn’s first cry

wailing steadily until it passes from the gloved hands

and returns to his mother

snuggling deep into her loving arms.

To the sirens of an ambulance

careening down the road

screaming to the world of the woe it is rushing towards.

Sometimes I play.

With my younger sisters

running around the house

creating our own world filled with imagination.

With music

feeling it pour from me and

swirl it’s warmth through me

with each strum on my guitar and note from my voice.

With my team

working without words and

sacrificing everything

to keep the ball from hitting the court.

Sometimes I think.

Of dreams

the ones that last long after waking

following one around

like a homeless puppy seeking affection.

Of those who I used to know

all the days and nights spent together

turned now to heart-rending memories.

Of my future

the many paths my life could take

with each experience or decision I make.

And sometimes I just live.

Because in the end, that’s all that one can really do.

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