Listening to 'When I get where I'm goin' and even though I realize that it's just a song, still, it astounds me how this song seems to get into the very center of me, find that place that is not tired, is not depressed, is not dead . . and it wakes it up, making me cry with the physical ache to get where I'm goin.
There are no words for how grateful I am for that fire that still, somehow, still lives in the middle part of me.
How do people live without that hope?
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