Broken strains of a breaking float through the wall. Small voices and a cappella hymns. My older kids’ Sunday school class was singing this Sunday morning, and I could hear their voices in my class next door.
Six seconds of freefall in the gloaming until God gives you a shock, and then it’s a steady-slow descent to the ground, racing the sun. Picture stolen from here. My jump was combat equipment, of course.
One solid crunch underfoot and it’s 2006, treading out acorn paste into names graven long ago, on the way to Daniel Hall in my ancestral home in the foothills.
Pull back into your chest, deep, back, and down. Train your eyes, your sights, down the lane and find the one thing you seek in that sea of green and blue. Pull back. Push down. And feel, and see, and hear your hope arc up, and fall down. And if you are good – or […]
I wonder why music has always appealed. Why from just after time, rhythm and melody have entranced and befuddled; Plato to Zwigli; Aristotle to everyone else. Something about that sharp split of air by the long-sustained violin, or the flute pulsing to breath-beat, veering off towards separation. Something about families wailing, but wailing together, in unison […]
To feel your breath in your fingers, as once I read it, is to receive instant feedback, immediate expression of your art; to hold in your hands, tunes older than you. And out the back door with the punters. All those who don’t understand this joy. This ancient joy. A little St. Patrick’s […]
“The glass will never be clear,” he told her. And though she did not want it to be so, That did not change it to less than true. She could see that whatever rested on it Lent its color to the outside world, and The more she polished it, the more it Reflected naught but […]
What an awful responsibility! To see a man, soul to soul, and give him what he deserves, what his deeds have earned him. To hear his last words, the next to last human sounds, besides the final wet roll of his crown, to give sentence and take life. What an awful responsibility! This is […]
The sunlight slants down: shadows fallen to create a dividing line; light and dark now in sharp opposition, but always one moving to the other. To join. To displace.
Drink-in deep, the word-wine, In great, gulping swallows. No more kneel in the wastes, Sipping-shallow from snow-melt.