Monastic Order Taking

When I was all of twenty-three
I thought to join a monastery
To free myself from earthly strife
And lead a contemplative life

I truly, deeply did aspire
To rid myself of my desire
For women: those that pained my heart –
And so, I vowed to live apart –

But failed to get all the way there
And start that life of work and prayer.
Instead, I found one like it here
Except, I can keep my wife near.

Celtic Isles
Skellig Michael monastery, off the coast of Ireland.

Juxtaposition – What I Wanted & What I Got

Sunrise Santa Rosa Beach

My thoughts lay heavy on my mind
I don’t know what I thought I’d find

And so I rise before the dawn
All that I longed and hoped for gone

To walk beside the restless sea
The ocean whispers there to me

And look for love’s lost answers there
Of losses more than I can bear

No Justice In This World

"Old Shepherd's Chief Mourner" -by  Edwin Landseer
“Old Shepherd’s Chief Mourner” -by Edwin Landseer

There is no justice in this world,
No karma’s here imbued;
There’s only a few fortunates
Who haven’t yet been screwed.

The wheel, it crushes everyone;
The foul, the fair, the fond:
I hold out no hope in this life
And so, I look beyond

Highway 29

Highway 29

He packed his bag this morning
And left before the sun
He wanted to escape it all
He just wanted to run

He set out for a new life
Somewhere down the line
To find the past he’d never had
Out on Highway 29

The dew was on the new grass
And fog was in the air
The sun was hidden by the haze
He didn’t see it there

When he arrived at Brewton
The sun began to shine
He smelled the sweet, free air he found
Out on Highway 29

Do you know
When it’s time to go?
Do you hear
When the road is calling?
Does your life
Ever come in slow?
Or are you falling,
Always falling?

When he hit Andalusia
He stopped in for a drink
He had no destination
He just had time to think

The life that he had fumbled
He had left far behind
And now he faced a new day
Out on Highway 29

Do you know
When it’s time to go?
Do you hear
When the road is calling?
Does your life
Ever come in slow?
Or are you falling,
Always falling?

And somewhere about Hartwell
He found himself a plan
He knew he couldn’t change the past
Or where it all began

You set your destination
And hope your stars align
If not? There’s still a place for you
Out on Highway 29