My Anthem: The Point of Arrival

One evening, as I was taking a walk, I was listening to music and a song came up by the artist Carrie Newcomer that I had never heard before. Its words struck me to the core of my being. I must have listened to it 25 times on that walk. Ultimately, I memorized it. As I listened to it over and over, I came to realize that it was my anthem -- the song that crystallized where I was in my life. And that also marked a turning point in my own healing and recovery.

I adopted the name of her song as the name of this website.

First it is a bitter pill

A rubber band stretched 'til it snaps

Sitting cross-legged on the floor

My empty hands are in my lap.

What is to become of me?

Here at my surrendering?

Where I arrive at the end

The place where I begin again.

First we fold in, then open out

There is a faith that's only found in doubt.

Acceptance is the closing of a cycle,

the end that marks the point of arrival.

This is where I lay it down,

What I don't want to haul around.

The buzzing of what can't be seen

and living always in between.

First we fold in, then open out

There is a faith that's only found in doubt.

Acceptance is the closing of a cycle,

the end that marks the point of arrival.

Looking down at my hands,

finally I understand.

The empty space has changed somehow

and it's filled with Hallelujah now.

Hallelujah, hallelu

It's hard as stone but yet it's true.

Acceptance is the closing of a cycle,

the end that marks the point of arrival.

If I let go of who's to blame

of what can't change

and will never be the same.

Close the book,

with one last look,

letting go of all the time it took.

Hallelu, hallelujah