Presents<\/strong><\/span><\/h2>\n“Sometimes”<\/span><\/h3>\nFrom Songs for the Pilgrimage<\/em><\/h3>\n <\/p>\n
<\/h3>\nListen and be strengthened by beauty –\u00a0 Listen now.<\/a><\/h3>\n*<\/strong><\/span><\/h1>\n<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nSometimes<\/em><\/h3>\nJournal entry, (Salzburg, Austria, Friday, July 8, 2005)<\/p>\n
by Lynda McKinney Lambert<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Sometimes I am tense<\/p>\n
I walk without looking<\/p>\n
My eyes focus on stone<\/p>\n
My mind a rage of fears.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Sometimes when I pass beyond<\/p>\n
The bridge over the raging river<\/p>\n
I bend forward<\/p>\n
And I forget to see the sky.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Sometimes my hands push<\/p>\n
Hard into my jacket pockets<\/p>\n
I pull my shoulders<\/p>\n
Up and thrust down my heels.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Sometimes it\u2019s lonely here<\/p>\n
Everything begins to look<\/p>\n
Like something beyond my reach<\/p>\n
Sometimes, I ache with an unknown pain.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
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<\/a><\/p>\nPhoto by:<\/p>\n
Haydan As-soendawy<\/h1>\n
<\/p>\n
*<\/strong><\/span><\/h1>\nThis poem is courtesy of Lynda McKinney Lambert.<\/p>\n
Copyright 2021. All rights reserved.<\/p>\n
My Mission Statement Here<\/a><\/p>\nMy Books Here<\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
From Songs for the Pilgrimage<\/em><\/h3>\n <\/p>\n
<\/h3>\nListen and be strengthened by beauty –\u00a0 Listen now.<\/a><\/h3>\n*<\/strong><\/span><\/h1>\n<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nSometimes<\/em><\/h3>\nJournal entry, (Salzburg, Austria, Friday, July 8, 2005)<\/p>\n
by Lynda McKinney Lambert<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Sometimes I am tense<\/p>\n
I walk without looking<\/p>\n
My eyes focus on stone<\/p>\n
My mind a rage of fears.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Sometimes when I pass beyond<\/p>\n
The bridge over the raging river<\/p>\n
I bend forward<\/p>\n
And I forget to see the sky.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Sometimes my hands push<\/p>\n
Hard into my jacket pockets<\/p>\n
I pull my shoulders<\/p>\n
Up and thrust down my heels.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Sometimes it\u2019s lonely here<\/p>\n
Everything begins to look<\/p>\n
Like something beyond my reach<\/p>\n
Sometimes, I ache with an unknown pain.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/a><\/p>\nPhoto by:<\/p>\n
Haydan As-soendawy<\/h1>\n
<\/p>\n
*<\/strong><\/span><\/h1>\nThis poem is courtesy of Lynda McKinney Lambert.<\/p>\n
Copyright 2021. All rights reserved.<\/p>\n
My Mission Statement Here<\/a><\/p>\nMy Books Here<\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Listen and be strengthened by beauty –\u00a0 Listen now.<\/a><\/h3>\n*<\/strong><\/span><\/h1>\n<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nSometimes<\/em><\/h3>\nJournal entry, (Salzburg, Austria, Friday, July 8, 2005)<\/p>\n
by Lynda McKinney Lambert<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Sometimes I am tense<\/p>\n
I walk without looking<\/p>\n
My eyes focus on stone<\/p>\n
My mind a rage of fears.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Sometimes when I pass beyond<\/p>\n
The bridge over the raging river<\/p>\n
I bend forward<\/p>\n
And I forget to see the sky.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Sometimes my hands push<\/p>\n
Hard into my jacket pockets<\/p>\n
I pull my shoulders<\/p>\n
Up and thrust down my heels.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Sometimes it\u2019s lonely here<\/p>\n
Everything begins to look<\/p>\n
Like something beyond my reach<\/p>\n
Sometimes, I ache with an unknown pain.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/a><\/p>\nPhoto by:<\/p>\n
Haydan As-soendawy<\/h1>\n
<\/p>\n
*<\/strong><\/span><\/h1>\nThis poem is courtesy of Lynda McKinney Lambert.<\/p>\n
Copyright 2021. All rights reserved.<\/p>\n
My Mission Statement Here<\/a><\/p>\nMy Books Here<\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nSometimes<\/em><\/h3>\nJournal entry, (Salzburg, Austria, Friday, July 8, 2005)<\/p>\n
by Lynda McKinney Lambert<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Sometimes I am tense<\/p>\n
I walk without looking<\/p>\n
My eyes focus on stone<\/p>\n
My mind a rage of fears.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Sometimes when I pass beyond<\/p>\n
The bridge over the raging river<\/p>\n
I bend forward<\/p>\n
And I forget to see the sky.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Sometimes my hands push<\/p>\n
Hard into my jacket pockets<\/p>\n
I pull my shoulders<\/p>\n
Up and thrust down my heels.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Sometimes it\u2019s lonely here<\/p>\n
Everything begins to look<\/p>\n
Like something beyond my reach<\/p>\n
Sometimes, I ache with an unknown pain.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/a><\/p>\nPhoto by:<\/p>\n
Haydan As-soendawy<\/h1>\n
<\/p>\n
*<\/strong><\/span><\/h1>\nThis poem is courtesy of Lynda McKinney Lambert.<\/p>\n
Copyright 2021. All rights reserved.<\/p>\n
My Mission Statement Here<\/a><\/p>\nMy Books Here<\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
<\/h3>\n<\/h3>\nSometimes<\/em><\/h3>\nJournal entry, (Salzburg, Austria, Friday, July 8, 2005)<\/p>\n
by Lynda McKinney Lambert<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Sometimes I am tense<\/p>\n
I walk without looking<\/p>\n
My eyes focus on stone<\/p>\n
My mind a rage of fears.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Sometimes when I pass beyond<\/p>\n
The bridge over the raging river<\/p>\n
I bend forward<\/p>\n
And I forget to see the sky.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Sometimes my hands push<\/p>\n
Hard into my jacket pockets<\/p>\n
I pull my shoulders<\/p>\n
Up and thrust down my heels.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Sometimes it\u2019s lonely here<\/p>\n
Everything begins to look<\/p>\n
Like something beyond my reach<\/p>\n
Sometimes, I ache with an unknown pain.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/a><\/p>\nPhoto by:<\/p>\n
Haydan As-soendawy<\/h1>\n
<\/p>\n
*<\/strong><\/span><\/h1>\nThis poem is courtesy of Lynda McKinney Lambert.<\/p>\n
Copyright 2021. All rights reserved.<\/p>\n
My Mission Statement Here<\/a><\/p>\nMy Books Here<\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Sometimes<\/em><\/h3>\nJournal entry, (Salzburg, Austria, Friday, July 8, 2005)<\/p>\n
by Lynda McKinney Lambert<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Sometimes I am tense<\/p>\n
I walk without looking<\/p>\n
My eyes focus on stone<\/p>\n
My mind a rage of fears.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Sometimes when I pass beyond<\/p>\n
The bridge over the raging river<\/p>\n
I bend forward<\/p>\n
And I forget to see the sky.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Sometimes my hands push<\/p>\n
Hard into my jacket pockets<\/p>\n
I pull my shoulders<\/p>\n
Up and thrust down my heels.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Sometimes it\u2019s lonely here<\/p>\n
Everything begins to look<\/p>\n
Like something beyond my reach<\/p>\n
Sometimes, I ache with an unknown pain.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/a><\/p>\nPhoto by:<\/p>\n
Haydan As-soendawy<\/h1>\n
<\/p>\n
*<\/strong><\/span><\/h1>\nThis poem is courtesy of Lynda McKinney Lambert.<\/p>\n
Copyright 2021. All rights reserved.<\/p>\n
My Mission Statement Here<\/a><\/p>\nMy Books Here<\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
<\/a><\/p>\nPhoto by:<\/p>\n
Haydan As-soendawy<\/h1>\n
<\/p>\n
*<\/strong><\/span><\/h1>\nThis poem is courtesy of Lynda McKinney Lambert.<\/p>\n
Copyright 2021. All rights reserved.<\/p>\n
My Mission Statement Here<\/a><\/p>\nMy Books Here<\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My Books Here<\/a><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"