FAMILY TRUTHS
Come 'round back, dear brother,
and sit with me a spell.
You'll stare at the frozen river
and tell lies
while I ache to hear your heart.
Pass the Merlot, boy,
I can't bear to do this while sober;
your dreams, others called naïve,
used to fill me with fire and hope.
It's been a while,
do you still yearn to tell tall tales
with truths way down deep
that made us want to live, really live?
Do you still hear those stories yourself?
Or are your own tunes
stuck in that cold river
along with the songs of other brave men
who journey to seek what makes them whole?
Or, are you biding your time
'til a spring thaw and warmer sun
can free your dreams
so they'll grow once again?
Let me know you're alive,
that you still make the time
to sit and dream every day.
Then I'll turn from the river
and look in your eyes
and celebrate the Truth.
Come 'round back, dear brother,
and sit with me a spell.
You'll stare at the frozen river
and tell lies
while I ache to hear your heart.
Pass the Merlot, boy,
I can't bear to do this while sober;
your dreams, others called naïve,
used to fill me with fire and hope.
It's been a while,
do you still yearn to tell tall tales
with truths way down deep
that made us want to live, really live?
Do you still hear those stories yourself?
Or are your own tunes
stuck in that cold river
along with the songs of other brave men
who journey to seek what makes them whole?
Or, are you biding your time
'til a spring thaw and warmer sun
can free your dreams
so they'll grow once again?
Let me know you're alive,
that you still make the time
to sit and dream every day.
Then I'll turn from the river
and look in your eyes
and celebrate the Truth.
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posted by Pilgrim Path | 9:12 PM
1 Comments:
Writings and readings can be taken literally and metaphorically. The reader here (me) wonders if you are literally talking about your brother and your family, or metaphorically? I take it that you are literally writing about yourself, your inner journey. What I know about you, Rich, is that you are the Seeker, and that you “still yearn to tell tall tales with truths way down deep that made us want to live, really live?”. This writing pains me (reminds me of the pain within my self) at your words “while I ache to hear your heart. Pass the Merlot, boy, I can't bear to do this while sober; your dreams, others called naïve”, as I’ve had my own experiences with family (and friends, and strangers, etc.) where it seems they cannot bear to look me in the face where I want/need to tell my truth, to share my dreams to “tell tall tales with truths way down deep that made us want to live, really live?”.
And as both you and I have experienced, we have found sacred places where we call tell our tales, our stories, and others really want to hear, be present, and be sober with us. (I am getting ready to go to an AA meeting this morning – I picked up my 26 year sobriety chip last month!).
But I’m not finished with your “Family Truths” yet. I sometimes feel like I am “biding your (my) time 'til a spring thaw and warmer sun can free your dreams so they'll grow once again?”. I sometimes feel like I am “stuck in that cold river along with the songs of other brave men who journey to seek what makes them whole?”.
Rich, I call out that you continue to “Let me know you're alive, that you still make the time to sit and dream every day. Then I'll turn from the river and look in your eyes and celebrate the Truth”.
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