In lieu of trying to belong to any number of societies: Chesterton, Sherlock Holmes, the Inklings, and so on: I propose and establish one of my own. Don your intelligence cap at the door; dust off your logic and imagination; did you bring your inspiration and encouragement? We are shapers, my friends; lit lamps; light-bringers. Bring quotes; poetry should be uplifting and thoughtful, or witty and clever, (or both). Humor is encouraged; laughter is invited back. Pull up a chair. Anyone for tea?

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Someday


by Nichole Nordeman

I believe in the rest of the story

And I believe there's still ink in the pen
I have wasted my very last day
Trying to change what happened way back when

I believe it's the human condition

We all need to have answers to why
More than ever I'm ready to say that I
Will still sleep peacefully
With answers out of reach from me until

Someday all that's crazy

All that's unexplained will fall into place
And someday all that's hazy
Through a clouded glass will be clear at last
And sometimes we're just waiting for someday

We were born with a lingering hunger

We were born to be unsatisfied
We are strangers who can't help but wander
And dream about the other side

Someday all that's crazy

All that's unexplained will fall into place
And someday all that's hazy
Through a clouded glass will be clear at last
And sometimes we're just waiting for someday

Every puzzle's missing piece

Every unsolved mystery
More than half of every whole
Rest in the hands that hold for someday

Someday all that's crazy

All that's unexplained will be beautiful, beautiful
And someday all that's hazy
Through a clouded glass will be clear at last
And sometimes we're just waiting, we're waiting for someday

We're just waiting

We are strangers

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