Tuesday, April 25, 2017

A Lullaby

The stars are twinkling in the skies,
The earth is lost in slumbers deep;
So hush, my sweet, and close thine eyes,
And let me lull thy soul to sleep.
Compose thy dimpled hands to rest,
And like a little birdling lie
Secure within thy cozy nest
Upon my loving mother breast,
And slumber to my lullaby,
So hushaby--O hushaby.

The moon is singing to a star
The little song I sing to you;
The father sun has strayed afar,
As baby's sire is straying too.
And so the loving mother moon
Sings to the little star on high;
And as she sings, her gentle tune
Is borne to me, and thus I croon
For thee, my sweet, that lullaby
Of hushaby--O hushaby.

There is a little one asleep
That does not hear his mother's song;
But angel watchers--as I weep--
Surround his grave the night-tide long.
And as I sing, my sweet, to you,
Oh, would the lullaby I sing--
The same sweet lullaby he knew
While slumb'ring on this bosom too--
Were borne to him on angel's wing!
So hushaby--O hushaby. 

Eugene Field

Friday, July 29, 2016

This is to Mother You

This is to mother you
To comfort you and get you through
Through when your nights are lonely
Through when your dreams are only blue
This is to mother you
This is to be with you
To hold you and to kiss you too
For when you need me I will do
What your own mother didn't do
Which is to mother you
All the pain that you have known
All the violence in your soul
All the wrong things you have done
I will take from you when I come
All mistakes made in distress
All your unhappiness
I will take away with my kiss, yes
I will give you tenderness
For child I am so glad I've found you
Although my arms have always been around you
Sweet bird although you did not see me
I saw you
And I'm here to mother you
To comfort you and get you through
Through when your nights are lonely
Through when your dreams are only blue
This is to mother you

Sunday, July 10, 2016

Flight song

The words of Euan Tait  artfully painted by Kim Andre Arnesen in "Flight Song."  This says it all!

All we are, we have found in song; 
you have drawn this song from us.
Songs of lives unfolding,
fly overhead, cry overhead:
longing, rising from the song within.

Moving like the rise and fall of wings,
hands that shape our calling voice 
on the edge of answers
you've heard our cry, you've known our cry:
music's fierce compassion flows from you.

The night is restless with the sounds we hear,
is broken, shaken by the cries of pain,
for this is music's inner voice,
saying, yes, we hear you,
all you who cry aloud,
and we will fly, answering you:
so our lives sing, sing
wild we will fly,
wild in spirit we will fly.

Like a feather falling from the wing,
fragile as a human voice,
afraid, uncertain,
alive to love, we sing as love,
afraid, uncertain,
yet our flight begins as song.

Sunday, May 8, 2016


      HEN I lie where shades of darkness
      Shall no more assail mine eyes,
      Nor the rain make lamentation
      When the wind sighs;
      How will fare the world whose wonder
      Was the very proof of me?
      Memory fades, must the remember'd
      Perishing be?
      Oh, when this my dust surrenders
      Hand, foot, lip, to dust again,
      May these loved and loving faces
      Please other men!
      May the rusting harvest hedgerow
      Still the Traveller's Joy entwine,
      And as happy children gather
      Posies once mine.
      Look thy last on all things lovely,
      Every hour. Let no night
      Seal thy sense in deathly slumber
      Till to delight
      Thou have paid thy utmost blessing;
      Since that all things thou wouldst praise
      Beauty took from those who loved them
      In other days.
Walter de la Mare

Sunday, October 11, 2015

A Farewell

• text by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Flow down, cold rivulet, to the sea,
Thy tribute wave deliver:
No more by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.
Flow, softly flow, by lawn and lea,
A rivulet then a river:
Nowhere by thee my steps shall be
For ever and for ever.
But here will sigh thine alder tree
And here thine aspen shiver;
And here by thee will hum the bee,
For ever and for ever.
A thousand suns will stream on thee,
A thousand moons will quiver;
But not by thee my steps shall be,
For ever and for ever.

Monday, May 25, 2015

Stephen Paulus: Hymn to the Eternal Flame

"Every face is in you, every voice, every sorrow in you.
Every pity, every love, every memory, woven into fire.
Every breath is in you, every cry, every longing in you.
Every singing, every hope, every healing, woven into fire.
Every heart is in you, every tongue, every trembling in you,
Every blessing, every soul, every shining, woven into fire."
 text ~ Michael Dennis Browne

Performed by Seraphic Fire

Friday, January 3, 2014


How do you love those who never will love you,
Who are happy to shove you out in front of the train?
How do you not hate those who would leave you lie bleeding
While they hold their prayer meeting?

How do you love those who never will love you,
Who are so frightened of you they are calling for war?
How do you not hate those who have loaded their bibles,
And armed their disciples?
I don’t know anymore.

And I can’t find forgiveness for them anywhere in this.
And with God as my witness, I really have tried.
But how do you love those who never will love you,
Well I think only God knows and he is not taking sides.
I hope one day he shows us how we can love those

Who never will love us but who still must love.