Room to Dance 

In my mind’s eye I’ve created our magical romance,

The sweetest most perfect love if we’d only take the chance.

I can hardly imagine the incredible power,

the image it haunts me in this dark hour.

From the moment I saw your beautiful face,

I lost all my faith in the human race.

In all my years I never could fine,

another so innocent, so pure and so kind.

A bond was formed that day not like we had ever planned,

that I should love you forever, no one could understand.

A love so true it’s hard to comprehend,

a genuine flame burning strong will never end.

Your loving heart glows through eyes so true and warm,

a beauty unmatched, an angel in human form.

We were drawn together by destiny, or maybe even fate,

I’ve found my once in a lifetime, you are my perfect mate.

Take a risk with me in a mystical romance,

for our hearts may never find enough room to dance.

Scott R.W. Grefrath

write a country song. I told my friend i should write a cheesy romance novel but she said it sounded more like a country song. like to hear it? here it goes:

Four bucks in my pocket, half tank of gas

Risking my life with each semi I pass.

Heart in my stomach, roses on the seat,

Praying she likes this romantic feat.

Racing the clock, taking a chance

No time to stop, might pee my pants.

Standing there terrified, praying to the sky

Hoping she wont notice the tear in my eye.

Best of intentions but words came out wrong

Wondering now if she’ll read this song.

Tried to say what I felt the best I knew how,

Its all up to you, God help me now.

Feel so retarded for driving so far,

Do I pull over to vomit, or right in my car?

Dying to get home and fall in my bed,

Trooper behind me with lights blue and red.

16 miles over and tint way too dark,

I just about cried as I put it in park.

Told him my story and tried not to shake,

Thanks to being honest, he gave me a break.

Time to go home and collapse in my bed,

You’re needed at church the text message said.

While all I could feel was pain for my beauty

I answered the call and performed my duty.

God gave me talents to use for His glory,

I guess that concludes my pitiful story.

Today I was the tenor soloist for Haydn’s Creation. I looked out in the congregation and saw at least 30 of my family and friends out there supporting me. It occurs to me. I AM THE LUCKIEST MAN ALIVE! I normally pray before I sing that I want NO GLORY, that I want all the honor and credit to go to the ONE who gave me a gift, but today I stopped and prayed several times during the performance. I thanked God for the singing going well so far, and asked for guidance through the rest of the piece, but I also thanked Him for loving me and the many gifts He has given me..especially the ones that were sitting in the audience. I go to bed a happy man tonight. peace

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way than this:

where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.