04-27-2015, 09:23 PM
If an angel asks me what did I like about life when I pass on, I'm going to say "How Can I Keep From Singing"
That song by Enya holds the mood about which I feel most of the time.
I long for the endless plain, beneath the northern lights. I long for a remote area, where the voice echoes.
I long for feeling lonely, but not being alone. Not truly alone with how much out there unconditionally loves me.
I long for the stillness of Logos and Creator. That Rock of which I cling.
That song by Enya holds the mood about which I feel most of the time.
I long for the endless plain, beneath the northern lights. I long for a remote area, where the voice echoes.
I long for feeling lonely, but not being alone. Not truly alone with how much out there unconditionally loves me.
I long for the stillness of Logos and Creator. That Rock of which I cling.