Thursday, July 31, 2014


Stones hold you down like,
Hammers hold the nail.
Release is hard and sometimes slow.
Find your anchor first,
Letting the rest follow,
Then you can walk on air.
As a lighter step follows,
The bigger picture will reveal in time.
Angels take it light as a feather,
Nothing to pull them down,
Follow their path. 

"I had been trying to smooth these stones
Thought I could make my way alone." 
"I had been hiding behind these stones
Thought I'd be well enough alone."
"I had been running still You pursued
I watched you move each heavy stone.
The thorns around me torn Your skin
But you kept coming through
'Cause you won't leave well enough alone"
~Christine Dente

Friday, July 25, 2014

These Are The Words For Me, With A Certain Sense of Joy, Goodbye

  Good-Bye Lyrics
By Christine Dente

One day went running on a grassy field
Too few came following
Your spirit flew this earthy place
And so with heavy hearts, yet a certain sense of joy
We say good-bye

And we are left to question
What do we do with this?
A day we all expect, yet unexpected always is
How beautiful the hope of those who know
Where they will go

He set us free
So we need not be afraid
We need not stay longer than the number of our days
Let us love
Mourn and suffer for His sake
Until the day it dawns on us when we must say

See, we're the ones who wonder
We the ones who live
To read and write and ponder 'til our eyes begin to dim
How glorious the joy of those who go
They already know

He set us free
So we need not be afraid
We need not stay longer than the number of our days
Let us love
Mourn and suffer for His sake
Until the day it dawns on us when we must say

On a day like today my heart is bound a little less
To the tired and tiring vanities of life
Like a butterfly emerging, struggling to be free
I feel the lift, I sense the give it takes
To send me flying from this earthy place

He set us free
So we need not be afraid
We need not stay longer than the number of our days
Let us love
Mourn and suffer for His sake
Until the day it dawns when we must say

Tears in our eyes, we say good-bye, too soon to fly,
We wonder why, we say good-bye

© 2002 Mighty Grey Music/Lil' Yella House Music/
Dayspring Music, LLC (BMI)

(Found on the recording "Becoming" by Christine Dente)
There is no reason to speak today,
But on my final day,
These are the words for me.
With a certain sense of joy,

Tuesday, July 22, 2014

It's Coming Up Roses

Daniel F Gerhartz ~ Ladies & Flowers
A profusion of pink roses 
Bending ragged in the rain 
Speaks to me of all gentleness 
And its enduring. 
~The Collected Later Poems of William Carlos Williams

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Her Favorite Place

Her Favorite Place ~ Daniel F Gerhotz
I stand in this place,
But very far away,
Drowning my thoughts,
Into the river's flow.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

What Jane Looked Like

Photo Credits, left to right:
Credit: ITV West Country/Katie Rowlett
Credit: ITV News West Country/Charlie Souter-Phillips

The Jane Austen Centre in Bath has revealed what they believe Jane really looked like after extensive research. 
Could this be the face of Jane Austen? 

I have made myself two or three caps to wear of evenings since I came home, and they save me a world of torment as to hair-dressing, which at present gives me no trouble beyond washing and brushing, for my long hair is always plaited up out of sight, and my short hair curls well enough to want no papering.
JANE AUSTEN, letter, Dec. 2, 1798

Monday, July 7, 2014

A Hundred Flowers

I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun.
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.

~Edna St. Vincent Millay

(If you look closely, you will see that this flower has a visitor)

Friday, July 4, 2014

Liner Notes

Photo credit: @albapro/Instagram
"I'm in love with this country called America. I'm a huge fan of America, I'm one of those annoying fans, you know the ones that read the CD notes and follow you into bathrooms and ask you all kinds of annoying questions about why you didn't live up to that ... I'm that kind of fan. I read the Declaration of Independence and I've read the Constitution of the United States, and they are some liner notes, dude."--Bono

Wednesday, July 2, 2014


I find myself on the same tired and traveled roads,
That all lead back to the start.
The bends seem to be something at first,
Then I recognize the sign posts and remember I've traveled here before,
Yet the sign posts mock me with their deceit.
They seemingly point to a new path,
Only to take me back,
Until I want to scream and shout.
This warpath I'm on is growing old,
And so am I.
Will it ever end and will I ever make my way out of the maze?
Will I ever learn the lesson this path wants to teach me?
I sometimes think not because,
I never have before so why start now?
Why not try a different map,
That offers different signs and shares a,
Rest stop for the weary.
They say if you walk the same way over and over,
And expect a different result that is stupidity.
Why do I continue then,
Beating my head against the wall,
That I have left my mark on,
From so many hits.
The right path would not be so difficult,
It should be much easier,
For footsteps to walk where they are meant to,
Rather than the path with sticks and stones,
Meant to confuse and impede.
Wearily I move forward,
But to what I know not.