Greetings Dear Reader,
When driving I have always valued and used the mile markers
along the interstate. When my Sons were
young I taught how the mile markers and exit numbers worked. It save quite a few “are we there yet”
moments.
Exit 57 Atlanta |
I still anticipate them when I drive. I like the moment when the green rectangle
for which I am searching appears up the road drawing ever closer. I cannot read it yet but I know it is the one
that marks my proximity to a favorite stop or landmark.
I can see the next one now.
It is just a few moments away. I
draw to it with joy and anticipation but I am also tired. Hard nights of traveling alone for too long
have left me weary and worn. My heart is
still strong but other things grow troublesome. My mind is clear but I hear the song of a
distant shore; an undiscovered country.
It feels like I have a foot on the dock and one on gang
plank. I long to be home and rest but I
still love the journey. I am weary of
traveling alone but I desire to lighten the load as well. There absent friends with whom I deeply
desire reunion.
In truth my deepest temporal desire is to reach mile marker
102. I want to sit on a high mountain and
watch Haley’s Comet with my Children and Grandchildren and perhaps even their
children. I want to tell the tale of the
first time I saw it. I long to share
some other stories proper for that moment in time.
I want to spend the next milestones crafting tales and
journeying with you Dear Reader. I realize
to have these things I will have more absent friends and weary days. I suppose that is the cost of dreams and
visions. Even worn and weary I have
faith and hope. I have love. These three things that abide no matter the
cost, cause, or casualty carry me.
I journey on, I pray for my family, and I keep a strong hold
on faith and hope. I share love whenever
I am allowed. I see the green rectangle
and focus on the next step…
Worn
– Tenth Avenue North
I'm tired
I'm worn
My heart is heavy
From the work it takes to keep on breathing
I've made mistakes
I've let my hope fail
My soul feels crushed
By the weight of this world
And I know that you can give me rest
So I cry out with all that I have left
Let me see redemption win
Let me know the struggle ends
That you can mend a heart that's frail and torn
I want to know a song can rise
From the ashes of a broken life
And all that's dead inside can be reborn
'Cause I'm worn
I know I need
To lift my eyes up
But I'm too weak
Life just won't let up
And I know that You can give me rest
So I cry out with all that I have left
Let me see redemption win
Let me know the struggle ends
That you can mend a heart that's frail and torn
I want to know a song can rise
From the ashes of a broken life
And all that's dead inside can be reborn
Cause I'm worn
And my prayers are wearing thin
I'm worn even before the day begins
I'm worn I've lost my will to fight
I'm worn so heaven so come and flood my eyes
Let me see redemption win
Let me know the struggle ends
That you can mend a heart that's frail and torn
I want to know a song can rise
From the ashes of a broken life
And all that's dead inside can be reborn
Yes all that's dead inside will be reborn
Though I'm worn
Yeah I'm worn
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer
who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home
owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure
store.”
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