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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06 Dec 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments
We charted a bus north up the coast into Split where I was able to see the beautiful coast line. One of the advantages of traveling in baby steps is that we could stop at those beautiful places and not neglect the details that make each special. When we reached Split we headed through the walls of the old city seeking a room for the night. We either were appalled at the high prices for a room or they didn’t have any available. Since our budget was deflating I posed an option to Jenni. (more…)
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06 Dec 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments
Come down, please lift me higher, eternal hills, I’ve never seen
though I strive to reach, never ending heights, still one, who’s lacking wings
Sunlight, I see is brighter, eternal hills, I cannot see
heights I cannot find, supreme desire, still one, who cannot be
My God, please lift me higher, above all, I know to be
and clear the clouds and fit me wings, eternal hills, I long to see
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08 Dec 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments
When we finally reached Villach and obtained some currency, sugar was on the menu. I found a dream of bakeries and was operating on the ‘try everything once’ premise, but we cut that short for some real food. We spent the rest of the day checking out shop windows. Jenni expressed a passion for shop windows. I suggested that she get herself a nice camera and perhaps someday she would publish a book. (more…)
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