The Magdalene Mystique CD, Anita Kruse: Music
Give Me Your Story
(Anita Kruse)
Is there a story
waiting in you
Are there pictures unframed
or unfocused
Are there words buried deep
unsaid or unspoken
Give me your story,
I'm listening to love
Give me your story
bring it to now
Find what was lost
and you'll bring it to found
Give me your story
in beauty and sound
I am listening to love
Do you sing in the rain
or smile in the wind
do the skies fill with
image and color
Sing to me, smile with me
moving each other
Give me your story,
I'm listening to love
Give me your story
bring it to now
Find what was lost
and you'll bring it to found
Give me your story
in beauty and sound
I am listening to love
Remember the setting
the steps on the path
the taste and the feel
as the moments come back
Remember the simplest
gesture or act
Give me your story,
I'm listening to love
Give me your story
bring it to now
Find what was lost
and you'll bring it to found
Give me your story
in beauty and sound
I am listening to love...
copyright 2001 Anita Kruse
inspired by the poem
by Anna Margaret Jones
March 24, 1975 - September 19,1998
Tell me a story that I may remember my life.
I have pictures unframed and unfocused.
I have words buried deep, they are unsaid and unspoken.
Tell me my story that I may go on with the next.
Full moon of remembrance let me follow your light.
I have tears yet to shed and dark places to go.
There are things that I need to see.
Give me a story that I may call myself me.
Mourning dove signs and the dusk turns to night,
The porch door bangs shut and the bath let out.
Sweet chariot low and sweet in your ear,
You listened to love.
I sing sometimes to myself in the rain.
I listen for the wind that carries my joy.
I am full and I am leaking from the sides and the edges.
Lend me your ears and I'll look for the words,
I am here to tell you my story.
Today I stand between yesterday and tomorrow.
I must give up one thing to go on to another.
The sun sets, the wind blows, and my tears fall like manna.
I am kindling a fire to bring light to my shadows.
I have peace, I have strength,
I have listened to love.
I tell you my story that I may go on with my life.
I tell you my story that I may be my life.
Turn memory back,
There are moments that haven't been told.
There are skies yet to fill up with image and color,
There are lives we haven't yet led.
The hush of a lover, the yell of elight, the sorrow of loss,
and the tale of survival.
Give me your story,
I am listening to love
Anna Margaret Jones
May 1997