The time of magnolias is when biking is best
When old trees work towards filling your lungs
with fresh air and perfume
When you open your eyes
Because there are hills to climb
Lakes to swim and birds to applaud
For their lively concerts
And lazy mornings to unfold
Lay upon grasses and rest
thank you lord for this rainy day
without which i would have not had time
to find joy in the current setting
of the life we were given to live, just once
thank you lord for the rain, scars, and the shadows,
for the silence without which i would never have
appreciated the desert of pain, the light i have been bathing in
and the music of the morning birds
thank you lord for this rainy day
when i count my friends round the table,
and pour bitter coffee in unmatched cups
as we get ready to sing and sweeten the day
thank you lord, even if i do not know how to pray
i know the night will crack open
and make room for the day
with the hands of love, and force of joy
bring it on, this new day
you hear them lament
and you think their voices
are beautiful and still
too thin
as if they are never enough
to fill the air
to cover the ground
to stand on their own
occasionally there are voices
rising above the chorus
they lift and vibrate
my chords and yours
they speak with an intensity
that makes the mouths of man
speak their words
willing breaking the bonds
they lift up a storm
and then they fall sweetly
back into the chorus
now that we know
You say fabulous
As I say good morning
And the reality of the day
Turns from inside out
Like a flower and blooms.
If you see an open door
run through it
push it open and run
into the light
leave your boundaries behind
light fires to the worries
and dream for once
about what lies
beyond the clouds.
