Step of Faith
Step of Faith
By Melissa Gordon Rhine c September 2008
You never know
the countless angles
waiting to be shown
Frequently you cannot see the path
that will take you
exactly where you need to go
Chorus:
Just take just take just take
one small step of faith
You may be afraid
Aware of past and potential mistakes
that could be made
You’re more than a sinner or a saint
Relax your head and contemplate
the next breath’s best for you to take
Chorus
Bridge
There’s always the factor of fear
the shadow of failure lurking near
But if you never make the try
you’ll never come to know
the places only you are destined to roam..
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Moments With You
Precious gazes pierce my mind
I remember every second
Cherished most among my time
Mastered laughter free with bliss
Showers of the sweetest kisses
Warmest memories coming through
It’s been a gift every single moment with you
Chorus
You taught me the meaning of love
The easiness and difficulty of
Standing strong when life calls upon you
With dignity I live a life in love with truth
Light of my life
It is my privilege
It is my privilege
To be true to my moments with you
I love you.
Wired For Life
The Internet Cafe.
Wireless Wonderful Life.
Music is almost as old as Smell, in the category of Primitive Sensations.
Ok, it’s like this: it takes you for a ride. And it can be a very sweet sensation. We humans are such a mix of sensibilities: memory, emotion, intellect, intelligence, intuition, silent knowing, dreaming. And our brains, our whole beings are so amazingly developed to savour sensation, to ‘parse’ the delicate labyrinth of “enjoyment”.
Kind of like food, and the art of “tasting”; we’re so wired for pleasure. You know how food seduces you the moment you walk into the house: that definite, even if faint, fragrance in the air. Someone’s been making home-made bread, and the sweet cotton of roasted wheat and butter sends its fingers on a mission: to find You! And the honing in, we move down the hall and the aroma becomes seductive, perhaps mingled with the gentle clanking of cookware. Everything in us stands at attention – the sweet soldiers of Appreciation, trained as early as cradle-babes in mother’s pantry.
Read MoreBetween the Words of Living
There’s a Minor Chord playing, that suggests some kind of Longing, Aloneness.
There’s a Major Seventh that paints Expanses of Sky with Openness and Majesty, the Wanderings of Clouds, the Ease of Distance.
A Suspended Fourth opens the Sunrise with Possibility and Magic, sparkles of Friendly Firelight.
A Dominant Seventh suggests the Quirky Sass of Twelve-Bar Blues, inbued with its Sweet, Inherent Workingman’s Lament.
When all chords have stopped, you pause at the silent fireplace of Creation as its flames transform the Waves of Breath into the Vapor of Pure Consciousness. You arrive at the Still Point of Who You Are.
The Music of the Moment once again fills the empty space between the Words of Living.