Sunday, March 17, 2013


French countryside outside of the Taize community

Different things remind me
of the things of home
of the things far off
of the things I've done

The car that races past
The haunting melody
The scent of her perfume
The feeling of the breeze

I walk the steps so different
Yet always just the same
The path I tread keeps winding
Calling me by name

The people in this puzzle
Shift and rearrange
The world dances on madly
The clocks are all deranged

Why does life move so quickly?
Why does it ebb and flow?
Why do emotions rotate?
There’s so much left to know

And different things come together
To show me I’ve been wrong
I'm becoming different
It’s been me all along