Entry for August 29, 2006

Let the river run

Let all the dreamers

Wake the nation

Come, the New Jerusalem



Silver cities rise

The morning lights

The streets that lead them

And sirens call them on with a song



It's asking for the taking

Trembling, shaking

Oh, my heart is aching



We're coming to the edge

Running on the water

Coming through the fog

Your sons and daughters



We the great and small stand on a star

And blaze a trail of desire

Through the dark'ning dawn



It's asking for the taking

Come run with me now

The sky is the color of blue

You've never even seen

In the eyes of your lover



Oh, my heart is aching

We're coming to the edge

Running on the water

Coming through the fog

Your sons and daughters



It's asking for the taking

Trembling, shaking

Oh, my heart is aching

We're coming to the edge

Running on the water

Coming through the fog

Your sons and daughters



Let the river run

Let all the dreamers

Wake the nation

Come, the New Jerusalem





Good song... Let all the dreamers wake the nation... We the great and small... and sirens call them on with a song.



Today is a day where I am struck with the wonder of what life is.  Too easy I forget life in the sea of details that are ever present.  The mass of events that have transpired to deliver me to this spot, in this time.  The good, the bad, the miraculous, the abysmal... all together in me on August 29th in 2006.  If you were to examine your life compared to the billions out there, you'd probably be shocked at the odds of repeating your particular "common" life.



I don't have an answer to offer as to why--I just like to remember that I am.