Pool of Tears
And I looked, and behold a pale horse:
and his name that sat on him was Death,
and Hell followed with him.
Jackson defies Supremes
The Long and Winding Road is full of straight aways and sharp curves,
there are pot holes and occasional smooth sailing along the way.
It is full of happiness and sadness, trial and tribulation, success and failure.
The one certainty, the only certainty about life is, it goes on, with or without.
As wisdom dictates,still it leads me back, to a place I feel safe and secure.
Of this I know: I’ve seen that road before. For it's those stormy times we discover the secrets we hide deeply within. We learn through our painful experience. A Pool of Tears.
We hope to embrace them, to own them, to become their Master.
The relevant hurricane; The Best, Worst, and same Life altering times. Pouring rain soaks the ground unearthing the weakest aspects of our life. Strong winds blow the weak away leaving only our well rooted principles, Leaving what the wind blew in, and out, but most notably, what held firm.
Even though the ballad is my favorite Beatles love tune, it embodies the passion of life. The fear and loneliness of failure, the uncertainty and insecurity of what tomorrow will bring.The promise of another rising sun, then another setting sun, The promise of another storm to roll in, then roll out. The promise opportunity brings to those fortunate enough to have at least one more chance for at least one more day.
And,in the end...