“I never said thank you for that.
I thought I might get one more chance.
What would you think of me now,
so lucky, so strong, so proud?
I never said thank you for that,
now I’ll never have a chance.
May angels lead you in.
Hear you me my friends.
On sleepless roads the sleepless go.
May angels lead you in.”


I woke up today. Again. I cannot say I ever knew what it meant to be here.

But I woke up, and I am here.

Sometimes there are days that the search inward far out does anything beyond your own heart, your own head, your own soul. I think today was one of those days.

No significant event in my life took place. Just my perception. My perception happened. The way I think happened. Reflection happened. In a way–everything happened.

Like I say when I am completely uncapable of expressing this great great greatness: “I don’t know”. For me, “I don’t know” never really means that– it means “I would like to be able to tell you about it”.

Like I said, I woke up. I woke and I lived another day. I went to class, went to breakfast, went to ride. I rode into another sunset. But something was different about it. I loved it all more today. It revealed to me something that was hidden, or just there, but never really noticed.

Give me something to believe in and I will follow.  Tell me and  I will listen. Show me and and I will see. Give me something to love and I will do so forever.

I woke up, and I am here.



4 Responses to “”

  1. NonameKelly says:

    i’m glad you’re here.

  2. That makes complete sense.  That happens to a lot of people…though often, it’s those who embrace the religion who find themselves thus separated from God.

  3. Anonymous says:

    I have been reading your xanga as well…

    Thanks for reading…this xanga is actually being used to share with folks back home how they can be praying for me here each day. It is just a small run-down of daily stuff. I do however have another blog.


    I will write more after my mom is not visiting!

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