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It Rains Diamonds on Neptune
It rains diamonds on Neptune Far beyond our sight In the deep darkness Of an endless night Isn’t this already Beyond our imagination? What else can there be Hidden in creation? A whisper of the miraculous The lightest touch of a presence Displaying wisdom and glory Diversity and abundance And yet, what of our planet? What falls out of our skies? We take for granted Our most important prize God has a joyful bias Toward bringing us pleasure Diamonds and life Beyond measure
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And It Is Wonderful
Psalm 139:13-14 says… For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. This portion of Psalm 139 is about God and us – in that order. And it is wonderful. Biblically, God is always the initiator. In verse 13 of this Psalm, God forms us. This combination of creating and giving life is intrinsic to God. It’s who he is. There is no other life-giving source in the universe. Life pours out of God. Where he is, life is. Where he works, life results. …
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Re Sonnet 73
It’s hanging on the wall. The Fender Jazz Bass my father gave me over 40 years ago. It’s a beautiful instrument, capable of such depths of tone and feeling. It has its quirks. The strings are set a bit too high. It takes forever to reach the lowest notes. But the reward for reaching is worth it. Deep, resonating tones that fill your insides and takes you to a place of discovery. Most of the time it just hangs there, growing older with time. Showing, not singing. Lingering, not living. I recently picked it up. It played well, but there was a string at one fret that buzzed. I kept…
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Brought Home
the noise has died down it’s quiet all around not a sound as I lay here i can’t see stars i feel no sun i am undone in this darkness all that time… seemed so real the touch, the feel with each passing day the memory fades the shapes slip away i’m losing myself bit by bit in this grave night without end i hear your voice whisper “I am the way, the truth, the life.” your arms surround me you lift me up, and you take me home
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A Proper Seduction
Timing and desire. Here’s a a passage from Keith Richard’s book Life. Gus was his grandfather. “Gus was leading me subtly into getting interested in playing, rather than shoving something into my hand and saying, “It goes like this.” The guitar was totally out of reach. It was something you looked at, thought about, but never got your hands on. I’ll never forget the guitar on top of his upright piano every time I’d go and visit, starting maybe from the age of five. I thought that was where the thing lived. I thought it was always there. And I just kept looking at it, and he didn’t say anything,…
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Don’t Give Up
To the artist… If you’re lucky you’ll live long enough to see the seed of your work planted. You may even see it die. Truly fortunate, you’ll see it raised.
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Hip Hops, Blues Rocks, Jazz Bops
Life has a rhythm. Because God put it there. When hip-hops, blues rock and jazz bops it’s because of one thing. Time. Time is a created entity, put into three-dimensional existence by God. Without time, there would be no music – nothing to play against. Without time, music, and life, would have no improvisation, counterpoint, syncopation, harmony, diversity. It’s all here for us, orchestrated by the hands of a loving, powerful and creative God. Rock on.
