05 Dec 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments
Our train ended in Karajevo where we were left to wait for a bus. There was nowhere to hide from the cold so we all had to move around a lot and it seemed like the bus was ever going to show. We had scattered moments of sleep, moving here, moving there, trying to forget how cold it was. That was one bad night. The bus eventually showed up late and wasn’t scheduled to enter Dubrovnik until around breakfast. I just dazed out looking past my reflection at blackness that was the sea passing by in a blur. (more…)
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05 Dec 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments
I love to hide away awhile, from the eyes of daily cares, where in the setting day, my smile, from within a humble prayer
Found within my solitude, the disappearance of a tear in my pleas to find forgiveness, where none but God can hear I know I’ve walked in weakness, I have fell and failed again and it seems, no matter how I try, There’s times, I’ve given in
Please hold me, in your love, for I need, strength to keep away from the darkness and the shadows, that somehow finds me, through the day So, I bow this head, face to the dust, and veil these eyes in shame I stand alone, in my self disgust, for where I’ve walked in vain
God, I pray, down upon these knees, it is here I shall stay you know, I tried to walk this road, alone and still I can’t find my way
Please hold me, in your love
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