Sacred

This past Tuesday I took a hike.
For a few minutes, I stood on the trail facing southwest.
Breeze was blowing.
Eyes were closed.
Sun warmed my cheeks and eyelids.
Sacred.

And then a song came through my Bluetooth earpiece.
It was my first time ever hearing this song.
Yes, sacred.




Ben Taylor, son of James Taylor and Carly Simon, wrote Nothing I Can Do for his mom.


Nothing I Can Do by Ben Taylor

First morning ever to have seen the sun
Must have run the other way
Until she found that it was only getting earlier that way
When she spun one-hundred eighty degrees
And beheld the sweet light rising through the trees
She fell to her knees and she began to smile, because
She had been in darkness for a long long while,
She said...

There is nothing that I can do but belong to you
Heaven and Earth and I find myself
Singing this song for you
As luck would have it, it just so happens that there's
Nothing I'd Rather do

And the first lesson ever to have learned its way
Must've been surprised
All I can say is I'm just glad that I survived,
And the first river to have met the sea,
I believe he must've sighed, said
All this rambling I'm glad to finally find, that
After all I haven't just been wasting my time.

There is nothing that I can do but belong to you
Heaven and Earth and I find myself
Singing this song for you
As luck would have it, it just so happens that there's
Nothing I'd Rather do.

Just so long as your flying around high
Whatever you find out in the sky
Don't forget to fall down sometimes
I'm easy to find, look around you
It's a good thing that I finally found you.

There is nothing that I can do but belong to you
Heaven and Earth and I find myself
Singing this song for you
As luck would have it, it just so happens that there's
Nothing I'd Rather do.