First published at 21:53 UTC on April 3rd, 2018.
Passages- by Bud Johnson
‘Searching for a road the little child grows,
Passing as he goes like rivers that flow to oceans of old,
His blossoms unfold.’
I see you walking on like a bird whose found his wings,
Into cloudy ventures whose endings can’t b…
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Passages- by Bud Johnson
‘Searching for a road the little child grows,
Passing as he goes like rivers that flow to oceans of old,
His blossoms unfold.’
I see you walking on like a bird whose found his wings,
Into cloudy ventures whose endings can’t be seen,
I feel your need and I feel your pain.
But then I see you enter with reluctant steps you go,
Not needing yesterday...yet fearful of tomorrow,
Lost in your need and lost in your pain.
“Alone in finding our way,
So many roads to follow,
Leading different ways.
With open eyes I go on ,
Not needing tomorrow,
Only today.”
But soon the journey passes,
The clouds around you seem to rise,
You walk with joyful passion,
Endings really happen,
Free from the need and free from the pain.
But time will rob your pleasure,
Leaving passages all around you,
You are free to wander,
So you venture onward,
Loving the need...accepting the pain.
(Dad’s Graduation 1978) ©2006
I am putting this on Bitchute in 2018.
This is a live recording at a Berklee College of Music practice room recorded by Terry Hepburn in May 1980.
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