The silence between the notes

You've never felt what moves me Or listened to me sing. You still don't read my poetry Or sigh when I can breathe. You've never cared how deep This fire burns in me: Respond just when I plead; Applaud just to appease. Ignorance! Don't claim naivety; Don't deny me my reality When you choose , refuse the real me.

Lately, I've been pondering old thoughts again. I'm assuming that at some point, everyone finds a quote or verse of some kind that just sticks with them throughout their life. For me, that quote has always been Galatians 5:22, the Fruits of the Spirit. It's all too easy to get caught up in the excitement, goals, fears, and drama of daily life, but when I remember to compare my daily endeavors to these fruits, life finally comes back into focus. So tonight I've been praying that I can begin to live with "love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control" again. I've re-decided that I need to evaluate any goals, choices, statements, or happiness according to that list. Is that goal based on patience? Is this word or choice based on love? And so on. It's just disheartening to know how easily I forget about these things...So here I go again, I'm reminding myself (and anyone else who wants to join me?) t...

"Age is just a reference for those who don't know the wisdom or the vitality of your spirit." (That quote makes me feel like I'm already wiser, and I'm only 14 hours into my new age. Woo hoo!)

(Modeled loosely after one of my favorite classics. Does anyone know the original?) Mark but this tear, and mark in this, How great the fear of future is When faced with what cannot be said: A choice to stay or move ahead; My cool, pale tear drips to my bed. O still, two lives in one life spare, Which might almost in efforts fare To fight, or fly, for what we lack: Escape these living walls of black; Your warm, wan tear runs down my back. In these cruel tears, now mingle our Joys, hopes and fears: their final hour. For future strong, for present weak, 'Tis true; we hear how false fears speak Though our dark tears stream down my cheek.

In my life, there are two constants: the Holy Bible and the MythBusters. And that's the world as I see it.