Sally In The Garden, traditional fiddle tune performed on banjo and fiddle
lambs
Holy, the Lesser Saints
the lesser saints
weave their quiet
agile stories
amongst the lives
of greater lights
holy, the lesser saints
the color
upon their brows
they do not cry out
they do not turn
hearts raised like rafters
heavenward
forever orbiting
tireless in quest
the sphere of your glory
to enter and remain
bring newer life
from ancient tribes
all in anticipation
groaning in the yearning
their own eternal ribbon voice
those who have ears…
let them hear
holy, the lesser saints
bring your longing
bring your capacity
for fullness
in the life of the soil
countless prophets
behold and know
see and have understanding
awaken, members of wholeness
you are provision
you are appointed
little lights, you are His
lesser saints
holding up mountains
echoes of distant voice
priests of the eternal present
fierce and strange
are the quiet ones
in silent witness
givers of the heart of God
receiving and giving from the heart of God
celebrating mystery in plain-ness
in infinite variety and order
teach the spiritual truths of rest and labor
sweat and awe
all from silent knees and horns
in the unending world, glory will be known forever
The Priesthood of the Land
“In some places the mysterious relation man has with sheep has never been forgotten, people have not so far left the land, and still honor the sheep who help them to live on it. For them there is joy of life in the shearing of the sheep…” Kevin Ford, Shearing Day.
Place
“Rootrill” I hope that you will forgive me for posting an eleven minute song in the twenty first century. Mostly, I hope that you enjoy it.
arc contain glow
seen through scene
bois d arc meteorite
slanting even evening light
ancient bone star dust
deere ghost sheep goat add straw and mix well
cross turn
years unfurl in the eternal present
young hands dextrous
core sample of stored solar energy
made vacant for gold
quince roots herbs leg
reamed tapered tapped turned twisted sunk fitted formed around
concentrate earth line essence
absorb the sun and use it for life
pull transfer motion
dividing even unto cambium and xylem
layers and layers
learn purpose practicing discipline
stop motion
frozen movement osage root as it once reached
three forms of light
hand in hand you who once swayed
ancient releasing story
the turning of light upon the solar bank countless voices scratch and turn
golden hands once full wait for wisdom
new moon forest window
tall down cut stack turn stack down
erth-maker here we bend here we grow
establish converge into order dust scratcher
welcome the new bird and fare thee well
November’s Lambs
From Beginning to End
see, I raised this one up for you
from beginning to end
I led him to slaughter
he fed my community, my family and neighbors, your mother, brothers and sisters
this ancient, the second biggest cottonwood in my land stood by as a witness to the shedding of blood
thank you to my friend Brad for some of the pictures this week
Everything, Everything
The Sign of Jonah, guitar and voice
The ocean of images from the deluge of early February
If you like Jonah, check out my friend Robbie Pruitt’s opus.
The Last of December’s Sun
The Oak Leaf, guitar
November Fire Morning
Mighty Good Building, guitar
glass
light
flow
heart
cluster
veil
plane
shape
reveal
return
lantern
generous
boundary
three
grasp
watch
follow
wait
with
voice
energy
horizon
fire
till
draw
stagger
ridge
bound
ancient
held
enfold
slowly
hope
The School of the Transfer of Energy 