Easy Is Not The Same As Simple

Random ramblings and fleeting thoughts.

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Location: Adelaide, Australia

Born in Enland and migrated to Australia in 1965, but I would still identify as an expatriate Englishman. Married with a son, a daughter and two granddaughters (with the accent on grand). After being retrenched in 1994, I reinvented myself as a social worker, and I'm still working in that area. Retirement? Not just yet - I've still got a lot to do.

Monday, December 06, 2004

A SONG OF TIME

Take up a pen for the time has come
After years of change and pain
Your shadow falls across my soul
In a world beyond time.
Do not fear the merciless discord
But seek your rhythms once again
For God's voice sings faintly on a distant breeze
In a song that has not changed itself

Music holds the message of the final mystery;
The eternity from which all being comes.
Completed melodies don't belong in an incomplete world.
Our songs have always changed themselves
And lyrics gather in the corners of my mind.
Even dim and dusty harmonies,
Contain all the wisdom we can ever need.
They give me the liberty to be
Or not to be, if that is my question.