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The Vision

April 19, 1992

I am consistently nourished by spending quiet time in places of power. The hardest part is remembering that when I am in the midst of my angst! I used to think Sky was something far above my head, until one day I realized it actually comes all the way down to meet and touch the Earth.

Lui - vocal, Gibson guitar
David - cello
Joan - keyboards
Frank - bass

My grieving is a quiet shade of longing
A shadow of sadness passing over my day
No wailing, moaning, muffled by my pillow
No flood of tears to raise the Husik Bay.

Reminders cleared from honored places gracing
Your heart out of my pocket's warm embrace
I'll not wait for the phone to ring this evening
Nor read the words in ink your hand has traced.

Can I live my life for me awhile, I'm hoping?
Call my body to the dance all on its own?
Can the song sung in my head be satisfying?
Can I claim my dreams and summon them home?

Water tumbling sweetly sang upon my ears
White birch portals welcomed me to sacred space
Mother earth inviting gently drew me on
Red hawks circling, screaming, crying out my name.

Can I live my life for me awhile, I'm hoping?
Call my body to the dance all on its own?
Can the song sung in my head be satisfying?
Can I claim my dreams and summon them home?

I am open to the future, to tomorrow's joy
To creation and love, ecstatic and bold
From earth draw life, breathe sky into every cell
Waters quench my thirst, the flames ignite my soul.

Can I live my life for me awhile, I'm hoping?
Call my body to the dance all on its own?
Can the song sung in my head be satisfying?
Can I claim my dreams and summon them home?

Can I live my life for me awhile, I'm hoping
Letting go of everything I've ever known?
Can I claim my dreams and summon them around me
Trusting in the vision I've been shown?

©1992 Molly Gamblin Music (BMI)