will you try?

06 Sep 2017

will you try?

In this world there’s a whole lot of trouble, baby
In this world there’s a whole lot of pain
In this world there’s a whole lot of trouble, but
A whole lot of ground to gain
Why take when you could be giving?
Why watch as the world goes by?
It’s a hard enough life to be living
Why walk when you can fly?

❤

In this world there’s a whole lot of sorrow
In this world there’s a whole lot of shame
In this world there’s a whole lot of sorrow
And a whole lot of ground to gain
When you spend your whole life wishing
Wanting, and wondering why
It’s a long enough life to be living
Why walk when you can fly?

❤

And in this world there’s a whole lot of golden
In this world there’s a whole lot of pain
In this world you’ve a soul for a compass
And a heart for a pair of wings
There’s a star on the far horizon
Rising bright in an azure sky
For the rest of the time that you’re given
Why walk when you can fly?

❤

Songwriter: Mary Carpenter

What about waiting?
How about going with the flow?
If all the stars burned out
where would we go?
would we fly to a new world?
Would you take me to heaven?
When the stars fall
Will you find me?
Will you live with me for a thousand years,
beyond the sun?
Where the wildflowers smell like cinnamon
and diamonds line all the pathways
to the Milky Way.
If I wait for you,
will you sing me the song
that call the angels
from their posts in glory
holding their breath
to catch this love?
Will you write me a poem
that stops time,
clocks gathering rust,
because we are suspended
in a miraculous raindrop?
Why are we ever in a hurry?
The best things always take their
own time
Like watermelon growing sweeter on the vine
and your touch moving down my spine
Grant me patience to live
with you
in this delicious moment
for all eternity

❤

Amy Lloyd

Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.
It’s the same when love comes to an end,
or the marriage fails and people say
they knew it was a mistake, that everybody
said it would never work. That she was
old enough to know better. But anything
worth doing is worth doing badly.
Like being there by that summer ocean
on the other side of the island while
love was fading out of her, the stars
burning so extravagantly those nights that
anyone could tell you they would never last.
Every morning she was asleep in my bed
like a visitation, the gentleness in her
like antelope standing in the dawn mist.
Each afternoon I watched her coming back
through the hot stony field after swimming,
the sea light behind her and the huge sky
on the other side of that. Listened to her
while we ate lunch. How can they say
the marriage failed? Like the people who
came back from Provence (when it was Provence)
and said it was pretty but the food was greasy.
I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell,
but just coming to the end of his triumph.

❤

Failing and Flying by Jack Gilbert

{memes and photos above found on Pinterest / al513}

Above us, stars. Beneath us, constellations.
Five billion miles away, a galaxy dies
like a snowflake falling on water. Below us,
some farmer, feeling the chill of that distant death,
snaps on his yard light, drawing his sheds and barn
back into the little system of his care.
All night, the cities, like shimmering novas,
tug with bright streets at lonely lights like his.

❤

Flying at Night by Ted Kooser