“The Wild Places” – Where I feel blessed

Looking eastwards out to sea

I reached the cliffs at the end of the beach but did not linger long under them.

“Aurora Nova” and “The Wild Places” by Dan Fogelberg

I was walking alone through the lofty San Juans
With a heart full of light and a head full of songs
I was thinking of time and how much it will cost
To recapture the souls that we surely have lost

In the cities and towns there are millions who dream
But the traffic’s so loud that you can’t hear them scream
There’s a heaven on earth that so few ever find
Though the map’s in your soul and the road’s in your mind

So many mountains before us, so many rivers to cross
Where is the wisdom to bring back the vision we’ve lost?

Can we gaze with the wonder of children
Into the deafening night? 
Has it gotten so dark that you cannot remember the light?

When you sleep on the ground with the stars in your face
You can feel the full length of the beauty and grace
In the wild places man is an unwelcome guest
But it’s here that I’m found and it’s here I feel blessed

Author: tumblestoneblog

Retired Academic, male, living in the New Zealand countryside near Whanganui with his wife as well as Jasper the dog, Fluffy the cat, Dancer and Penny, the horses, and a shed half-full of stones. Email john.tumblestone@gmail.com. View all posts by tumblestoneblog