The stars don't align

Sometimes, the stars don't align
They almost form a constellation
But somewhere a galaxy intertwined
Leaving them slightly out of formation

It's worse than randomness somehow
Because you see what picture it could be
If there was a small shift fate could allow
Then things would have fallen perfectly

Instead, I guess, appreciate the sky
For all the many wonders the canvas contains
And be grateful that with crossed eyes
You've witnessed other potential refrains 

The sky is fixed on its eternal journey
So all I can do is focus on things that concern me
But that's not to say, nor to demean
That it's fun to focus on what might have been

Music Theory

I wish I knew more about music

I wish I knew why it allowed me to close my eyes and drift away
Or dance through the night and into the next day

I wish I knew why words seemed more powerful with melodic backing
Or even how people train to sing so high without their voice cracking

How is it music can take my mood, and amplify it more?
Why is it that some songs seem part of me, to my core?

Or why it is I love hearing rhymes spoken over strings?
I wish I knew so many things

And yet. And yet.

The romantic in me feels that, while there are answers, it's fine not to know.
The mystery means I'm fully unprepared for where my tastes will go.
I wont listen to a new track and think "what a fantastic chord progression is this"!
Instead I'll sit back and let myself seep into bliss.

It's not to say that one day, particularly if I want to create myself
I wont decide to invest and grab a music theory book from the shelf
Just that, for now, I'm happy not knowing what it is that make music so electrical
To keep the trick a secret, so each new track is magical

The load

Dear Diary,
Today I added to my load
Something to hold on tight to
Maybe I collected a debt I owed
Or bore more just because it felt right to

Dear Diary,
Today I shouldered something more,
Look how much I now possess!
And it's all part of me to my core
I couldn't get by with any less

Dear Diary
Though my load it grows in mass
Though it feel like it is dragging
Is it really so wrong to ask
To add just one more thing

.

Dear Diary
Today. Today I finally let go.
I realised the potential I would not release
Now I only carry regret and woe
That it took so long for my gathering to cease
For the food I held fed many souls
The heat I held warmed many from cold
The money brought some shelter from the rain
The medicine healed those currently in pain
That which I held so rarely made me stronger
So I will do my best to hoard no longer

He is our God!

Let me say some words of worship
Let me say some words of praise
Let me say some words that echo your name
To the end of days
He is our God! 

Because your love is unbounded
Your faith in us often unfounded
Yet you still full us with wonder
With words mightier than thunder
He is our God! 

History has already proclaimed
The greatness of your name
So let us stand without shame
And exclaim a great refrain
He is our God! 

He is our God
He is mighty
He is our God
And we can all see
He is our God! 

He makes us all humble
Supports us when we tumble
He is the one above us all
The one who should be our first call
He is our God!

He is our God!
Oh how great a lover
He is our God!
And there shall never be another
He is our God!

He is our God!
He is our God!
He is our God!
And always will be

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Written during one of the many worship sessions in which the crowd has to stay silent in the church. I can also see a call and response of "And he loves us" to each "He is our God". That wasn't allowed when I performed it though, so I'm presenting it in this form (it would also require some slight line changes e.g. to the final line in the poem).