My actions are clear
But my mind is jumbled
My thoughts are strong
But my words are mumbled
Dear Lord, find me an understanding
Letting go of all left behind me
Embracing what I keep forever learning
Sitting down as world keeps spinning
My actions are clear
But my mind is jumbled
My thoughts are strong
But my words are mumbled
Dear Lord, find me an understanding
Letting go of all left behind me
Embracing what I keep forever learning
Sitting down as world keeps spinning
It is remarkable how
Even with our last clean dirt
We remain entitled,
Oblivious to our learning
And passions
To remain pleasantly
Saturated.
We cross the landscape with skilled learning
Master artisans spend hours exemplifying
History teaches the little nuances of technicality
The subtle lines that weave in and out
Outlining [art] history books and large frescoes
That fill the minds of sleeping popes
And battling heroes that grace the walls
Of far off chapels and majestic temples
With sculptures that raise the hair
On the back of your neck as you gaze in wonder
Upward, towards the sky and beating sun
That pluralizes the definition of beauty
Nature, natural landscapes with perspective
And projections who Patrons can feel
They are deserved of glory within
The definition of beauty itself
Standing naked beside the patron saint
Who makes everything make sense.