Thank You, August 27
July 6, 2010 | Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment
For your understanding,
your enlightenment.
your patience.
We did not need that path.
But have forged our own.
Rare and noble sinews,
In the body of life.
I admire you.
The path may not be perfect; that died long ago.
But from new beginnings we shall go
Standing tall and unencumbered
by notions of possessing
We are now free
To be.
Real.
Love.
Where you invest your love, you invest your life
February 2, 2010 | Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment
Awake My Soul – Mumford & Sons
How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes
I struggle to find any truth in your lies
And now my heart stumbles on things I don’t know
This weakness I feel I must finally show
Lend me your hand and we’ll conquer them all
But lend me your heart and I’ll just let you fall
Lend me your eyes I can change what you see
But your soul you must keep, totally free
Har har, har har, har har, har har
In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love, you invest your life
In these bodies we will live, in these bodies we will die
Where you invest your love, you invest your life
Awake my soul, awake my soul
Awake my soul
You were made to meet your maker
Awake my soul, awake my soul
Awake my soul
You were made to meet your maker
You were made to meet your maker
Metanoia
January 30, 2010 | Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment
I turn to you, I rely upon you, I put my full trust in you and I hope in you.
If…
December 19, 2009 | Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream–and not make dreams your master,
If you can think–and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings–nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And–which is more–you’ll be a Man, my son!
–Rudyard Kipling
I think it’s the land…
December 11, 2009 | Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment
I think it’s the land. The streams, the forests, the vast emptiness. The land created me. I’m wild and lonesome. Even as I travel the cities, I‘m more at home in the vacant lots. But I have a love for humankind, a love of truth, and a love of justice. I think I have a dualistic nature. I’m more of an adventurous type than a relationship type.
-Bob Dylan
Sufjan Stevens Christmas Songs
December 5, 2009 | Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment
Here are some of my favorite Christmas songs sung by Sufjan Stevens. Christmas always reminds me of a better place… a world of peace and joy and quiet holiness. A small little event in the history of men, leading to the transformation of men.
Dedicated to all of my friends. You make the world a better place. Hope you enjoy.
Sister Winter. This might be my favorite of all… All my, friends, I, return to Sister Winter. All my, friends, I, apologize… And my, friends, I, return to, wish you, all the best! And my, friends, I, return to, wish you, a happy Christmas!
O Come, O Come Emmanuel
It’s Christmas Time
That Was The Worst Christmas Ever
Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing
Joy to the World
Amazing Grace
Come On! Let’s Boogey to the Elf Dance!
Star of Wonder
We Three Kings of Orient Are
Holy, Holy, Holy
It’s Christmas Time
December 4, 2009 | Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment
Yeah! Today we go pick out our Christmas tree, decorate and all that fun stuff. And then there’s the music. The best music in all the Universe.
Darkness Shrouded
December 4, 2009 | Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment
(Words from the song Come O Spirit! by Isaac Wardell)
All our knowledge
All our sight
lies in darkness shrouded.
All our labors
wrought in strife
hath our judgement clouded
Oh consume
our wrong desires
Holy Ghost, our souls inspire.
All our riches
All our crowns
cast we now before Thee
Scales removeth
Chains unbound
boldy we implore Thee
As You knit us
once together
Fasten us to You forever.
David Bazan’s New Record Curse Your Branches
December 4, 2009 | Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment
I’ve been a big fan of Pedro The Lion since the late 90s. One of my favorite albums of all time is the 1998 It’s Hard To Find A Friend with classic songs like Big Trucks and When They Really Get To Know You They Will Run. Some have called Bazan one of the greatest song writers of our generation, and I think that’s a fair assessment.
One thing that’s always struck me about David Bazan (the guy behind Pedro The Lion who now performs under his own name) is his disarming honesty and lack of pretension; refreshing and compelling. The stories he tells, the satire he weaves, the poignant criticisms he makes … they carry a lot of weight … just because the guy has a lot of integrity. He cares about truth.
Anyone who’s followed Bazan’s career closely has most likely recognized an arc of tension between his Christian faith and reality. The tension, one might say, of absurdity. A tension that at least gave the appearance that he was uncomfortable in his own skin, maybe even a bit angry. This tension is something I’ve lived, and I’m sure many others have too.
I’m not afraid to say i don’t know…
December 4, 2009 | Filed Under Poetry | Leave a Comment
Love this duet from Rosie Thomas and Denison Witmer. Beautiful.
