Scott Hastie Quotes

Sense howEven the smooth stones acheWith stories of their ownIn the shuddering light of day.

I am sad, like the hot dust on the streetsAnd the music of fresh fallen leavesCaught in a sliding summer breeze.

On the canvas of life,Every sweep of the brush matters,Counts for something…

Soothing the exhaustionIn my soul,So I can fall back skyward,Safe in your arms,And survive to dream again.

I knew such a woman once,She gave me everything.Her love like a soft riot singing,She knew how to shine.

The gilded spiralOf longings within.Our very own cathedralThat points persistently to heaven.

Here, illuminated at last,Nestles the ruddy glint of spiritual certainty;Sweet moments of passion and healing,Of sensual release.

When in love or inspired,An eternal kiss from the divineAwaits us all.

Every new dayOur children's joy is as fresh as roses,Even the birds chatter at dawn.

A permanent pathThat, once illuminated,Goes ever onward – a way home…

Ultimately not one amongst usWill ever be denied that,The glimmer of a chance to shine.

The sacred bequestOf times long spent with your heartThat saturate and illuminate you nowSo piercingly…

The light needs only our trustAnd, of course, the darknessTo work its eternal alchemy.