Much That Is Hidden

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...could steal my groove today. Not unreturned phone calls. Not looming deadlines. Not sitting in gridlock on I-75 caused by the presidential motorcade (OK that one came close). Not having the song I dedicated to my son for his homecoming cut off by NPR news. That's right, NOTHING, because our Max came home today and I am on vacation.



And since the song got cut off, here are the lyrics -it's one of my very favorites. It expresses the wonder and beauty of life in this wild world, which for my son I hope increases with eyes to see it more often than not:

Eyes Of The World

Right outside this lazy summer home
You ain't got time to call your soul a critic, no
Right outside the lazy gate of winter's summer home
Wondrin' where the nut-thatch winters
Wings a mile long just carried the bird away

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world
The heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings
The heart has its seasons, its evenings and songs of its own.

There comes a redeemer and he slowly too fades away
There follows a wagon behind him that's loaded with clay
The seeds that were silent all burst into bloom, and decay
The night comes so quiet, its close on the heels of the day

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world
The heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings
The heart has its seasons, its evenings and songs of its own

Sometimes we live no particular way but our own
Sometimes we visit your country and live in your home
Sometimes we ride on your horses, sometimes we walk alone
Sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own

Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world
The heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings
The heart has its seasons, its evenings and songs of its own.

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