If This Is Not A Place. . .

If this is not a place where tears are understood,
Then where shall I go to cry?

And if this is not a place where my spirit can take wings,
Then where shall I go to fly?


I don't need another place for trying to impress you
With just how good and virtuous I am.

I don't need another place for always being on top of things;
Everybody knows that it's a sham.


I don't need another place for always wearing smiles,
Even when it's not the way I feel.

I don't need another place to mouth the same old platitudes;
Everybody knows that it's not real.


So if this is not a place where my questions can be asked,
Then where shall I go to seek?

And if this is not a place where my heart cry can be heard,
Where, tell me where, shall I go to speak?


So if this is not a place where tears are understood,
Where shall I go, where shall I go to fly?


-- Ken Medema

Comments

Cora White said…
Mark-

What a great post.
jillikins said…
i have been searching for these words since seeing them on the wall of my daughters classroom in 1994 as i thought them so inspirational. Cant believe i have found them!
jillikins said…
i have been searching for this poem since seeing it on my daughters classroom wall in 1993!It is as inspirational now as it was then

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