once again

Once again you show me you are there,
I can only hear your voice, but I know you're near
you gave me my name, you know who I am.
give me the strength to play the man,
open our eyes, that we may see your plan
light our way, and touch our hearts
help us get back Lord, take us back to the start.
the time is now, not moment to waste.
cleanse us white as snow, let us see each others hearts, and make the enemy go.
go before us Lord, and lead us along.
arm us with your strength, arm us with your love.
cast out our fear, crush our doubt Lord.
bind us like a cord, that cannot be cut.
may we never part, until you call us home.
teach us to fight Lord, go with us where we roam.
I give this to you Lord, I have answered your call. It is up to you now, God, you can have it all. Give me your peace, as I stand by. Waiting and praying, that she sees, as I.
going to war, in the fight once again.

 

....this must be the place

in awe of every move
hanging on every word
caught in every glance
eve in every way
.."a portion of eternity to great for the eye of man"...indeed
what I do with my hands
what comes from my mind
He gave it to me, to give to you
He created you to enchant, consume, intrigue
not a cell out of place
this must be the place.....

the unknown

if I could know, would I want to? If i had the chance, would I take it? Somedays the answer is yes, somedays its no. A grand design, or plan....did it start out that way? did i change things somehow? Did God know i would try to, and even that's part of it all? Should I even wonder, and would it matter anyway?
I suppose all things will be revealed in due time. The unknown excites me. I have butterflies in my stomach, awaiting the time ahead, because i don't know. Where will I go, what will I become, will I experience this all alone, or will I have someone to share it with? Man has always tried to search for the unkown. I can't for the life of me understand why, after all,  the unknown is right around the corner, in the next 5 minutes....at the coffee shop, or in one look at eyes you've never looked into before.....will they be there looking back at me years from now, or gone just as fast as they appeared?....I both love and fear the unknown. I suppose I wouldn't want it any other way.

to not....



harder than it has ever been, to not...
one is gone, and another appears...
left me there on that hidden cove....
I pushed all of you away, everyone of you...
sirens of the deep, trying to push me up...
all I wanted was to sink back down, where I couldn't take you along...
now how do I be, how does this work...
all I know is it doesn't work anymore...
crazy for you, falling all over for you...
how to, not.....

Indian Summer.....

Indian summer is always such an important time to me. I cannot explain how or why, but just one day to myself along the coast during this time of year does so much for my mind and spirit. A total reboot, recharge, refresh of all my senses, desires, dreams, hopes, all of it. I never really plan this day each year either, it just sort of happens, as if i'm called out there by an unseen force each year. It may be all in my head, and probably is, being the superstitious surfer i am. Either way, i count on it each year, so i can move forward, and this year coming is going to be a good one if this day was any indication....here are some images of my Indian Summer on Pacific Coast Highway 1, California...enjoy.

dashed on the rocks...

Not like Moses came, in a basket down a gentle stream...
Not for you my son, you were born into a maelstrom on a listing ship.
All the while He was there, do you see?
All the while I've clung to you, and you've clung to me.
Make no mistake my son, much like I, you've been dashed from the start...
you know not now, that a mark's on your heart.
Bottle up life not, pour it out to Him...
Keep it not inside, keep it not within.
Son, I know, for there i've already been.
All around you, men will crumble, down on the first blow...
but not you and i, oh no. Cracked from stone, on we will go.
Made for a season, through the fire our steel. He's pounded us flat,
made for the kill. Sharpened in hurt, bent for His will.
I know it seems heavy, this world evokes wrath....
but you will be strong, you must be, for this path.
Man up son, play the part. I am not worried, I know you've the heart.
The times lay ahead, when they'll need men like us...
men of nerve, men who've suffered, men with angst, when we've only sought love.
We'll get our chance, we'll have our day.
The Lord's had to harden us up, so we'd make it all the way.
For in this truth, be thankful, be glad....for one day you will be,
when the rest have been had.
Look them in the eye, and plant your feet....
knowing you can square off with anything life throws you, anyone you meet.
Fear is our enemy, in that lies defeat.
We have no cause to worry though, He has them already beat.
He goes on before us, just keep on your feet.
Keep your chin up, don't look left, don't look right.
Don't you dare stop, don't look down, and keep Him in sight.
Don't feel like you fail me, I know you'll do right.
I push you hard, I press you, I won't let up, and there's a good reason why.
I want to be sure Son, that you're stronger than I.

The Tourist

Just passing through....
I'm packing light with a heavy heart.
They're waiting for me, and I'll someday be waiting for you.
Been given what i need, and not much else.
No lofty degree, no material wealth...
just my soul, my identity, and my bill of health.
I don't speak several languages, and i don't
tango dance.
I wear worn out levis, i don't starch my pants.
I don't belong here, I belong where i'm going...
just a tourist passing through, loving, admiring.
Sure, i have a job, but it's not what I'm for...
just a means to an end, till i'm called for much more.
Not the modern man, not like those in spades...
and i'd love you like they can't if given the chance.
just where i am, and that's where i'll be.
for some reason, in some ryhme....Lord knows I don't.
roads i would travel, but i can't and i won't.
If i stay on this road, and i follow his will,
my destination will be revealed. I know it will.
I travel alone, but I'd love you to come...
just pack light, for we surely will roam.
I can offer only this heart, for that's all i have to give..
but i promise you this, we will truly live.
On a leave of sorts, till the trumpets blow...
and it's in that hour, that you'll truly know...
why i cannot go where some men do, for the time is short,
and i've a job to do.