Lakeshore-on-the-Hudson

The request seemed perfectly beautiful and even romantic if not for the fact that my open guitar case was not an indicator of a catalog of songs for couples. I apologized for having to decline the request of the couple who now sat at my feet to play a song for them. They were young but seemed they had been traveling some of the harder roads to get here. For some reason they stayed and I played. There were a few songs I could remember, mostly spirituals, revealing my vocation. Our conversation moved quickly from small talk about geography or work to our shared pursuit of love. As they shared their journey and heartbreak I found myself with the grace to speak peace to them. I told them of princess hearts and of a faith that believes that love will find it's way to you. I felt I could promise it to them.

Maybe I could promise it to them because as they walked away I was struck by my own heart and the fact that for this moment I didn't hurt anymore.

I came to the river tonight with my own heart filled with feelings I was trying to manage. The universe, to quote, just hadn't been cooperating in recent days. I've spent my days just moving through, doing my best, but not sure
where to land.

I came to the river without answers...but apparently with a destiny. I can live with that.

I'm grateful that I've learned enough about love to reveal royal hearts. I'm grateful that I know enough guitar to draw people looking for music. I'm grateful to follow the spirit of Jesus out to the shore and not get trapped in my own head

I'm grateful I have a heart that still has a capacity to know love

I seldom think about the fact that he went to the lakeshore with his own hurt, his own frustration, his own tired.

But he went to be who he is. He went to find hearts that beat with the music of the universe

And I imagine he, like me, felt like life made just a little more sense in the process.

thanks for asking me to sing