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I had to re-learn where all of the noisy floorboards were.
Perhaps it really has been that long.
Do not forget the squeaky stairs.
There are three…
Maybe.
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Laughing, my parents reminisced about the difficulty they had getting me to fall asleep as a baby. They tried many things until they, frustrated and uncertain, got in the car and started driving. Quiet. They found the secret. Oddly enough, I do not recall this in the slightest; I cannot fall asleep in the car now no matter how hard I try.
Now I stand holding my son in my arms and swaying back and forth to persuade him into rest. “How ironic…” I think.
I look at my wife with my tired eyes and meet her’s. She suggests we try what my parents did for me. So we did. If only it were that simple… Giving up I sit down with him at the baby grand piano and carefully reach to play a soft melody. His cries begin to stifle, but he continues. Closing the lid of the piano I place a few blankets on that glossy, dark surface and then set him on this musical bed. More playing. He loves it. I found the secret. All was quiet and my love enters the room in astonishment. I smile at her and keep playing until…
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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]The Blue Bird
Charles Villiers Stanford
The Belmont University Chamber Singers, April 22nd, 2012
Patrick Dunnevant, conductorThe lake lay blue below the hill, O'er it, as I looked, there flew Across the waters, cold and still, A bird whose wings were palest blue. The sky above was blue at last, The sky beneath me blue in blue, A moment, ere the bird had passed, It caught his image as he flew.
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While living my life, I found myself on a bus riding back from a performance I hardly recall being in and I happened to overhear a lofty conversation. The people behind me had been discussing airport security and slowly they lifted off to the part where you finally get on the plane. One told of a time when they flew and among the passengers was a troop of boy scouts were were taking their first trip into the wild blue yonder. Just like everyone that has flown numerous times, flight did not seem so special to this speaker as they did not have an understanding to the boys’ enthusiasm. I turned around being one of the few that acknowledges the excitement of flight (though it is never quite the same as one’s first flight) and I say, “Flying is wonderful! It is a miracle; the miracle of human flight! You are sitting in a chair… in the sky! Is not that exciting?!”
Their response left me speechless: “I am co-heirs with Christ. Flying is nothing.”
I did not know what to say because it was true. Flying is nothing compared to that. But still, it bothered me. Maybe it was within the tone of the retort or maybe it just caught me off guard that efficiently, but I felt judged or maybe convicted.
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Light
Words wove light
Before all else
Breaking through darkness
and void to create reality
as to not place a world within shadow
And God said:
Let there be light
View from the Arch. Can see the new Busch Stadium and where the old one used to be (Taken with instagram)
The Ending of a Story
It was finished; the journey was over. One could say “happily ever after”, but that would be a lie. There cannot be such a thing. They lived, to use the word loosely, and all the while they craved another adventure. So in fact, they lived restlessly ever after.
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