Linex, poet. This is a preliminary, pieced together, version (ran out of voice before getting a good take) of my most recent song. Possibly the best song I’ve ever written. Seemed Holy Spirit assisted.
Tend the Fire
Too long is the road
to find yourself
if you lose yourself
in the frantic steps you take,
even though you ache
for something real to feel
that you would hold onto.
It may not occur to you
what’s really worth holding onto,
but there’s a path that’s hidden
deep inside.
They say a temple door is guarded
using flames. And most are thwarted,
but the hungry-hearted
sometimes feel so cold
they stumble toward its warmth.
It may not occur to you
How a thing that burns
might turn into something that’s
so wonderful to hold.
Don’t go outside to outrun your fear.
Just tend the fire of the heart hearth here.
(Repeat)
Don’t tighten up
and push the River.
Rest on the banks
of a gracious Giver.
If you push, you’ll just head down
the stream to a murky dream
that bears no fruit you want.
Only whirlpools there
that will confuse you,
will abuse you.
So just stay put,
and sink into the
soft and fertile soil.
The temple has an inner sanctum.
If you enter, thank them.
They will show the way
to the home that you’ve been missing,
merely wishing,
wishing you were there.
It may not occur to you
how love’s been waiting to embrace you
with the arms and fingers
of its fire.
Don’t go outside to outrun your fear.
Just tend the fire of the heart hearth here.
(Repeat)
