A Prayer for You, with Love from Me and Bob Dylan

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Bob Dylan

This week, I at last worked up the emotional fortitude to listen to a mix CD a former co-worker made me as a goodbye gift when I left my last job.

I'm so glad I listened to it. It was full of beautiful songs about the pursuit of right living and kindness to others, about the winding road of life and the troubles we face along the way.

The final song was the slow version of Bob Dylan's "Forever Young." I read that he wrote this song in Tucson, Arizona, in 1973, while thinking of his young son.

I'm not thinking of my son when I listen to it, because I don't have a son. I'm thinking about the words I give birth to on this blog and how they might affect each of you readers. I'm thinking about how life is short — too short to waste time getting stuck in regrets and missing out on the light and beauty around me.

I'm holding onto this song, and I'm going to keep singing my own song. I hope you do, too. And I hope your heart stays young while you build that ladder to the stars.

"Forever Young"

By Bob Dylan, 1973

May God bless and keep you always
May your wishes all come true
May you always do for others
And let others do for you
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.

May you grow up to be righteous
May you grow up to be true
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you
May you always be courageous
Stand upright and be strong
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.

May your hands always be busy
May your feet always be swift
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift
May your heart always be joyful
And may your song always be sung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.

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Rachel E. Watson

I think, read and write. I might mull on music, spin original poems, share insights or tell stories, but you can be sure whatever you read here comes from a thoughtful and considered place within.

Rachel E. Watson