Often it is the wisdom of others, filtered through centuries of tears and hearts, that speaks best for me.
I hold on to what is good, I will never forget my gratefulness of the quiet support I have gotten here.
I hold on to what I believe. One day he will come a-knocking.
I’ve held on to life, and continue my journey inward to find the core of my core.
I hold on to your hand, my sweet child, even though you are away.
I never let go, I never will.
Love to you, Janis. I am glad you are hanging on.
I’m right there with you…
I am so grateful that you continue, to breathe in and out, to raise your family, to quietly do the work of the heart, to answer the door when someone knocks… Thank you sister. I am so grateful that you “are”.
Beautiful post, as always, Janis. It is always so good to hear from you. : )
Your words reminded me of an old Dan Hill song… he’s a Canadian singer-songwriter who was very popular when I was in high school in the late 1970s (I met him at one of his concerts when I was 16 or 17). I found a YouTube video of him singing it at a Canada Day celebration a few years ago. The album version has a gospel choir-type backup ; ) but it’s nice with just him & his guitar too… ; )
Thank you you all, for still hanging around… I promise one day I will get back to reading and visiting blogs again….
Oh Loribeth, I’ve never heard of the song, so thank you for sharing it! It is wonderful and powerful moving. ((hugs)) and big love to you and all!! xoxo