#31 - Closer to Grace

I'm cleaning out closets, and everything that looks like a lyric gets thrown onto a large pile of papers.  It's getting pretty tall, half scraps and backs of envelopes, 95 percent handwritten.  Not sure what I'll do with them, but they feel like something of value, unlike my old college essays.

Here are the lyrics to a song I wrote long ago, maybe 12 years ago? I'd embarked on an unexpected, far away, solo journey that was a big deal for me, having had most of my limited travels with my husband and children beside me.  At the same time, our eldest was on her own big journey away from us, rafting the San Juan with her 8th grade class.  I can't remember the tune.  It's a shame, I remember it was a pretty, fingerpicking tune. Maybe it will return someday.

Closer to Grace

The sun shines bright and the sagebrush smiles a desert glare

The snow geese fly high above, six thousand miles a year.

To my surprise I just flew from California to Albuquerque

And there's more room inside my blue rental car than I need.

Here on my own seems like I'm just a tall stranger in a dream

Coyote says nah things are all as they seem.

     Step by step, place by place, each new beginning leaves a little trace

     And ages come and ages go, just twenty miles south of Colorado.

You birth a child and you give all you can give her, then let her be

Now my little girl is paddling down the San Juan River, away from me.

White lines race by and the land is new and ancient at once

Coyote cries, your life is changing, time to grow up.

     Step by step, place by place, each new beginning leaves a little trace 

     And ages come and ages go, just twenty miles south of Colorado.

    

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