Trust me, I've been there, I've looked, I've searched and I know now, that there are no answers to be found in the bottom of a bottle or on the edge of a blade! Fighting Hard, Recovering, Rebuilding, REBORN. Moving on from addiction to a new life.
Trials I face Where is my joy? I toil I burn Where do I find joy? Tests faced each day Burnt heart as I go Yet I feel the refining moments I feel the impure Burnt away So I choose Today I choose To see the joy To grasp the joy The joy of the testing In the refining fire
Skipping stones Over slow rippled waters As the ebb and flow It makes a rhythm Skimming the surface Just for a moment Taking to the air Only to find the water once more At the end of the line There it sinks With a grace Down into the soul Of the living water
Like my words Flow from my heart to pen To skim the surface With that grace The ink drops Like the stone upon the water Thoughts from my heart In tune to a rhythm Of the waters At end of the line The words sink deep into my soul I take second They go deep
Another stone gathers Thrown from the heart In grace With love His words Not mine
No heart A stone sinks No rhythm, no grace Sinks within the shallows Before it makes it ends
With words from the heart We’re skipping stones Ever skipping stones