Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Poetry Wednesday, Vol. 79

Thank you all for the well wishes for Valentine's Day. It was long, and fun, and tiring. And that's just what happened for everyone at Grandpa and Grandma's house. Thank you Mom and Dad for opening your house to us yet again. We hope you recover sometime in the next two weeks or so.

My hands might recover sometime by the end of this week.

Cautious Man

Bruce Springsteen

Bill Horton was a cautious man of the road
He walked lookin' over his shoulder and remained faithful to its code
When something caught his eye he'd measure his need
And then very carefully he'd proceed

Billy met a young girl in the early days of May
It was there in her arms he let his cautiousness slip away
In their lovers twilight as the evening sky grew dim
He'd lay back in her arms and laugh at what had happened to him

On his right hand Billy'd tattooed the word love and on his left hand was the word fear
And in which hand he held his fate was never clear
Come Indian summer he took his young lover for his bride
And with his own hands built her a great house down by the riverside

Now Billy was an honest man he wanted to do what was right
He worked hard to fill their lives with happy days and loving night
Alone on his knees in the darkness for steadiness he'd pray
For he knew in a restless heart the seed of betrayal lay

One night Billy awoke from a terrible dream callin' his wife's name
She lay breathing beside him in a peaceful sleep, a thousand miles away
He got dressed in the moonlight and down to the highway he strode
When he got there he didn't find nothing but road

Billy felt a coldness rise up inside him that he couldn't name
Just as the words tattooed 'cross his knuckles he knew would always remain
At their bedside he brushed the hair from his wife's face as the moon shone on her skin so white
Filling their room in the beauty of God's fallen light


Remain faithful friends. Through the good, the bad, the fear.
Beauty lies ahead.


Beth Hanna said...

Wow! That's a powerful poem! Yes, remain faithful, no matter what. After all, at the altar we took some vows and should ALWAYS keep vows! The poem reminds me of Dad. He had some awful dreams, sometimes he shared them with me, sometimes I wish he hadn't!

Beth Hanna said...

Those hands look nasty! But you wouldn't have traded last week for anything, right?

Michelle said...

Yes - powerful indeed.

Thanks for sharing. And I really like that last little bit you included:

"Remain faithful friends. Through the good, the bad, the fear.
Beauty lies ahead."

It's SO very true!


Beth said...

Every time I hear Bruce Springsteen, I think I need to hear more of him. Thank you for this and for your admonition at the end for faithfulness.