“How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?”
Those of you who love Smallville may have emotional baggage attached to this song. If you don't follow Smallville, let me create some for you:
I am walking along the path to a place I frequent on afternoons like this. I pass a young woman with two bright-faced little girls and greet them with a smile and friendly words. They are a radiant sight together at the water's edge.
"How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?”
Sitting beneath a foot bridge, I look up from my laptop and watch the glistening stream flow northward, northward. An autumnal leaf floats by, carried away by the rippling current.
"How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?”
I read a poem that that lays me flat, stand in a local antique and art market, eyes locked on a faded, earthy landscape. Thank you poet, thank you painter...
"How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?”
The door home opens to the smiles of five brilliant souls who fill my life with meaning. I get to journey with these beautiful growing people. My husband, my children....undefined, ever becoming...with me.
"How can I stand here with you and not be moved by you?”
I sit, silent in numinous dark, candle glowing, heart open wide...
"How can I stand here with You and not be moved by You?”
What moves you?
2 comments:
You do!
sigh...
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