Patrick - Prose



		Prose
	Music Performance Contact The Fringe Rambling	It’s just an ocean, that has to be crossed. The gulf I have found within me. It’s just the waters, that have grown too deep. Learning how to quiet my heart. ------- Need is the whisper of the soul asking for life. We confuse it with desire and we bury it under purpose. Yet when a need is answered we feel the calm of God’s grace like a warm wind upon our face. No acknowledgement is called for yet we hear the answer in our heart for oh such a fleeting moment. Our memory serves us well if we can capture that moment and again relive it, if only briefly. Our memory betrays us if it holds the echo of that comfort too long. For we are creatures of creation and recollection, bound to both, we can not have life without listening to the whisper of the soul. We must always remember and remember to listen. What is your creation? What have you made today? A friend. A tune. A pact with nicotine. Perhaps you have created a thought which did not exist a moment ago. -------- You stand there lost and broken I’m amazed you stand at all It’s not the things he’s taken That cause you to want and fall Explore you day. Good hunting.