Thursday, September 27, 2012

Andrea Gibson

Ya'll, I know this world is far from perfect.
I am not the type to mistake a streetlight for the moon.
I know our wounds are deep as the Atlantic.
But every ocean has a shoreline
and every shoreline has a tide
that is constantly returning
to wake the songbirds in our hands, 
to wake the music in our bones,
to place one fearless kiss on the mouth of that brave river
that has to run through the center of our hearts
to find its way home.

Excerpt from Birthday by Andrea Gibson


I sat down to reply to emails and read a few blogs.
I found this which lead me to this ...
When I watched Andrea recite Birthday I cried loudly
and openly and freely. It was wonderful.


1 comment:

laurie said...

certainly gives pause to thought, beautiful photo,