life: acoustic & amplified

poetry, quotes & thoughts about life

perspective ;)

No! ne’er was mingled such a draught

In palace, hall, or arbor,

As freemen brewed and tyrants quaffed

That night in Boston Harbor

       – Oliver Wendall Holmes

fireworks photos by Fisherman Dan @ Branford, CT

Freedom only belongs 

to those who choose to use it, 

but ‘belongs’ is not really the right word,

because freedom will only exist for those who let go completely,

those who allow it to stay free. 

Freedom, unused or manipulated,

is no longer freedom. 

Like any great gift,

the cost is great, 

even so, 

freedom does nothing 

until it is received,

open handed,

open spirited,

used in practical living. 

I’ve sat in prisons

for many years

not realizing the doors were unlocked. 

Granted, many of the doors were difficult to get open,

people I trusted TOLD me they were locked,

some were rusted over,

others had puzzle latches

I had to figure out,

but one by one they all opened,

and I stepped out into 


Increasingly lighter,

increasingly comprehending of this grace-thing called freedom.

The mystery, the magnitude,

the path, the fire, the gift

called freedom. 

There I go again,

falling in love with free will,

falling in love with free air, surf and sky,

falling in love with me. 



God of love set us free

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