Monday, March 24, 2008

Some winters kill




When the sun is bright, and the nights are long, we can all breathe easy.

Music rings about our every move, every smile, every dream.

But when the sun sinks to the South, and the nights become longer, we pull in close to one another.

The weight of the world comes down, washing our sins away, or blanketing us in slowness.

Where there was once warmth, there is now frost, snow, and ice.

During these long nights we long for the levity of Summer, the birth of Spring.

Fall has always been my favorite time. The change into the long sleep of winter.

But this coming Fall I will feel it differently, now that I understand that some winters kill.

Sunday, March 23, 2008

Comfortably numb.


I promised you I would sing for you, and I did.

Sorry it started off so rocky, however I think I finished it up real well.

I felt you there as my voice filled in.

I am sorry I could not sing earlier, however when it mattered, the opening lines of Amazing Grace crushed me under your weight.

Crushed me in your love and the greatness of who you are.

Your brother.

Monday, March 17, 2008

See you later Pilgrim.




I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys
I am just a pilgrim on this road,
I am just a pilgrim on this road,
But this ain't never been my home.

Sometimes the road was rocky ‘long the way, boys
Sometimes the road was rocky ‘long the way,
Sometimes the road was rocky ‘long the way,
But I was never travelin' it alone .

We'll meet again on some bright highway
Songs to sing and tales to tell
But I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys
Until I see you fare thee well

Ain't no need to cry for me, boys
There ain't no need to cry for me,
There ain't no need to cry for me,
Somewhere down the road you'll understand.

‘Cause I expect to touch his hand, boys
For I expect to touch his hand,
‘Cause I expect to touch his hand,
Put a word in for you if I can.

We'll meet again on some bright highway
Songs to sing and tales to tell
But I am just a pilgrim on this road, boys
Until I see you fare thee well

(words by Steve Earle - "Pilgrim")