If you have a weary head, it can easily mean at least a couple of things. First, it might mean you’re just plain ol’ tired. And you could probably use a good night’s sleep. Or at least a nap. Second, it could mean you’re getting tired OF something or someone.
Right now I’m gonna talk, a little, about that second weary head description.
Because I have a very weary head from constant blah-blah back-n-forth rhetorical politics. And I know it’s only gonna be more and more blatant and constant in the months leading up to November of this year.
So, I know I (and you, too, probably) will have to endure ongoing piehole prognostications and projections that attempt to sound patriotic. But, in reality, to borrow from Inigo Montoya (from The Princess Bride), I do not think patriotic means what they think it means.
And that means phrases like “America will never be a socialist country” and “We’ll make sure our kids will have better and safer schools” will clang their way into my weary head. And there are too many more to mention.
But you know what all that nonsense won’t do? I’ll tell you what it won’t do. It won’t steal my joy. And it won’t cause me to weary in doing good.
So, on the one hand, you and I will have to endure the so-called “election system.” On the other hand, you and I can tap into Living Water and not lose heart.
As for me, I wanna pass that kind of joy and hope onto the little kids who might be here on Earth when things get much worse and that Living Water won’t be so accessible. That’s why I’ve written so many rhymes, embedded with simple reasons to love the God of creation. To show kids (and their parents) Jesus loves you.
Here’s one of those rhymes I wrote a dozen years ago. And my hope is I can turn it into the song I hear in my head. But even if I don’t accomplish all my dreams, at least the rhymes might help someone believe. Here’s a sample:
The Dreamer’s Lullaby
In those seconds sliding into sleep…
There might be some time you’ll wanna keep.
Grab the minutes tightly in your hand.
Close your eyes and soon you’ll understand.
There’s a place you’re gonna wanna go,
Where it’s always free to see the show.
Colors in the sky will breathe you in.
Close your eyes and let the dreams begin.
Hear the lullaby and by
Way up in the sky so high
Every little sigh you sigh will fly and fly
Into the dreamer’s lullaby.
Dreams are hidden right behind your eyes…
Every night a new and bright surprise…
Fly across the Milky Way in bed.
Just lay down and rest your weary head.
© 2012 (September 10)
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