The Pool Is Cool

Ok, I know it’s cheesy to blog song lyrics, but the lyrics from Daniel Amos’ “The Pool” have meant a lot to me over the years. So, there.

The Pool

The pool is very deep and cool
and nothing here is hard to do
Nothing that should trouble you

Shrouded forms that start and sigh
As they pass this wanderer by
Lakes that endlessly outspread
Foamy blanket river beds

I stand
Stand by the water
Knee deep
Deep in the fountain
Now down
I go under
Then rise up
Rise up forever

The waves that mount and tumble high
I meet the melancholy sky
And all I have I count for loss
There in the clouds one single cross

Yes, deeply I have slept
And now I rise as one who has gone down
Into the well springs of new life
Down across the milk white sands
I wade out into the sleepy cove
And bathe in the holy stream
Then suddenly

I shatter the level mirror of the lake

Upon an everlasting tide
Into the silent pool I glide
I plunge to wash this black heart clean
And rise a swan upon the wing

About

Doug Ausbury is an entrepreneur, coffee achiever, baseball addict, aspiring spousal unit, pop music geek and family man. Most of the time, he needs more cowbell...a lot more cowbell.

Posted in Faith, Life, Music

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 352 other followers

Blog Topics
Yours Truly
Doug Ausbury

Doug Ausbury is an entrepreneur, coffee achiever, baseball addict, aspiring spousal unit, pop music geek and family man. Most of the time, he needs more cowbell...a lot more cowbell.

Goodreads
Quote
The soul takes flight to the world that is invisible, but there arriving, she is sure of bliss.
Plato
%d bloggers like this: