- I come this way just once,
- Each heart beat and
- Each breath a gift.
- I journey on,
- Each step toward and
- Each step farther away.
- Searching, even pursuing,
- The reasons,
- And the seasons.
Originally written: March 8, 1999
- These words came beating on my mind.
They would not go away. Knock, knock
Write me down, write me down they kept
whispering. It was a drum beat I avoided
for a while. Yet, I never could escape the
thoughts. So finally I wrote them down
in my journal. The words flowed unto the
- The words are true and pure.