Concerning the invitation to occupy the sacred rhythm of labor and rest and to engage the “resistant materials” not for provision first, but for relationship, for worship, for knowing God. I’ll share more on this when the print is done. The block is about 75% carved. I hope to be able to start making some proofs of the image in two or three weeks.
This song, from the days when I had time to make such recordings, I have not shared before. I always have felt that my recordings are more a like “sketches” or fragments of ideas (what would it be like if…) than any finished songs. I admit that I’m self-conscious of this material, from the engineering, to my voice, and the songwriting itself. But it has sat gathering dust. As an artifact of the story it should be laid out in the light. AMDG
If you listen, thank you for listening. If you read, thank you for reading. If you see, thank you for seeing. Go On, V
Yeah, though I walk through a Valley of Shadow Under the curse of the Angel of Death I have a shepherd I ever follow Down to the breaking of the pure waters edge
He leadeth me; unknown and known I fear no evil, stick nor stone My bell, my window, He surrounds me Staff and trumpet, rod and stone
Daisies and yarrow grow in the meadow Hyssop in the margins and cactus I fear Stones stand like monarchs guarding my ankle Trees whisper ceaselessly, the Ancient is near
Fare thee well hear my spirit Fare thee well near my heart Dust to dust the grass is brittle Boney legs of shattered stalks
The horns of the oxen surrounding the temple Elders and children stand patiently near Their eyes are clear, pure little windows Deep endless wells shining with tears
Gazing on a white and a flame Growing tall a name and a name The Universe sings a singing Calamity unmade and made
The last will be first sorrow will wither The fattened ones will starve looking for bread Quiet songs once lost, now will they listen Bow, swings the scythe, I am low, I am low
The cross is raised over the valley The mountain, he shudders away to the sea The bison returning, blasting to splinters Five for the cross triumphantly
Fare thee well, Valley of Shadow I see a fell of silver and gold Five for the cross, echoes through the skyway Feet ever lightly touch little ground