You can love me, but I must make me happy
You can teach me, but I must do the learning
You can guide me, but I will have to walk that path
You can coach me, but I must win that game
You can promote me, but I must be successful
And you can even pity me, but I will have to bear the sorrow
For the gift of love is not the food that feeds me
It is the sunshine that nourishes what I must finally harvest for myself
So if you love me, don't just sing me your song
Teach me to sing, for when I'm alone, I will need the melody
Reflections of a PilgrimThrough every day's journey
It will no longer be I that walks the steps
I merely follow the unfrequented path
And take direction from His gentle whisper
Though the wild flowers are seductive
And the highways paved with gold
I pray for His continued grace and guidance
To keep me on Calgary's trail
MemoriesMemories, the elusive nomads
Come and go as they please
Adding water, or flames
Leaving lands fertile and nourished, or scorched and barren
Prediction fails against these agents of old
They will nary be controlled, neither confined
Run their course they shall, even
Amok should they deem fit
All that can be done
Is to stand fast, and
Allow the marauding herd to
Fill your earth to exhaustion
