Tomorrow's Song

So there's an event that was supposed to just have happened on the 27th but I thought I would join in late. Jon Foreman suggested everyone write a song and the title "Tomorrow's Song" was picked and now there have been over 250 of these like-titled songs written. Here's mine.

Pray the last two hours back just to worry them away,

Yesterday we were all still kids but we're all grown up today,

No more time to sit on the roof and dream about revolution,

Everyone has gone along and gone to something new,

May not have made up our minds on what to do but we're doing it,

I've settled down in a familiar town in a comfy chair,

Just to watch myself lose my hair,

Oh tell me is this tomorrow's song?

Whatever happened to all our dreams?

Oh tell me is this tomorrow's song?

I never saw the shift in priority, has this happened to me? Oh!

We all have lives,

Will we choose to live?

We can change this would with all we can give,

And will we stand?

Or just take a seat?

Tell me are you Man or a piece of meat?

We can write tomorrow's song,

We are the generation of the strong,

It's not just about the way we greet the people living in the street,

Putting shoes on every orphan's feet,

Or trying not to drink so much,

It's the way we live day to day,

A quite rebellion in every heart,

Crying out for a second start,

Oh tell me is this tomorrow's song?

Can we still try to live our dreams?

Oh tell me is this tomorrow's song?

What if the whole world sang along?

Piano

5/27/10

 Who was the first to cry at the sound of a chord?

When was the first piano and song for it to sing?

How many have been ministered toby its passion?

Like the entertainment of the angels?

He plays in the dark,

Alone with his sighs,

Deep in the strength of the living song,

And the silent unknown sitter,

The quiet room is drowned in the echoing sway,

The sway of the sound and emotion,

He leans low over the keys,

Moving as a captive to the deluge,

The light of the moon washes across him,

With every breath of the song.

Father and farther into the emotion they sank,

In longing, loss and hope,

The song it danced,

A solemn sprite in her first and last dance,

The world swayed to her movement,

The stars sang along.

But the final note faded,

The pianist gave his last sigh,

The sitter was left alone as the door silently closed,

He slowly stood,

Sacred silence preserved,

And as a changed man,

Left.

A world far brighter.

So often the best thoughts come to you after being in bed for hours. After this episode I looked at the clock to see it's arms spread eagle. 3:45am ladies and gentleman, but I like the product.

Some day and some day soon I shall be born and I will enter a world far greater than what I have ever known. I don't know when but it will be soon. I will put a face to the voice I've come to know and love from the womb and I will be held in arms I have always longed for.
"All has lead to this." I will say, "This is the start of life and I can't wait to learn to run."

What do you want to be remembered as?

I've heard a lot of questions like this before but I've never really taken many seriously. Context I guess. When Kyle asked this I was open to think. It wasn't "What do you want on your grave stone" or stuff like that, it was worth thinking about because it made a difference. The answer to that question should shed light on how you live your life day by day, or at least how you desire to.
After some thought, pushing past all the different answers that sounded good and all the things that came to mind, I found the core of the honest truth of what I wanted to be remembered as. Whenever I leave a place, be it a room, a lunch, camp, conference, state, country or life, I want to be remembered as a man who knew God. A man who was familiar with God, was in His counsel, chilled with Him a lot, however you want to put it. This is it. Am I that guy? No, I know I'm not but that wont stop me now. I turned 18 two days ago, I'm young and God is always waiting to hang out.

Now I don't want you to feel pressured to think mine is the only good answer (or a good answer at all) but I want to ask you the same question. Who do you want to be remembered as?

People

I am always fascinated by people. I have spoken with many friends, for I am not the only one with this fascination, about people and we've landed on the idea that people are unpredictable. I know there is a science of humanity and that psychologically people can be very well know according to experience and personality types but generally we have such strong wills that we can do unpredictable things.
I've just written a short essay for school and I feel like sharing it. Many justified disclaimers come to mind about the lack of quality but I dislike when others roll theirs out so I'll refrain.

A few may have come and gone but four were steadfast. We sat around a small round table amid the business of the day. Some had been eating, some passing from the pool back to their rooms and others searched for someone else in the hotel. Amid the movement and sound, my four-sum sat and talked. Only myself and Amanda, the friend sitting to my right, had known each other long at all. Kyle and Austin, our new friends, we had met just the day before. Here though we were not strangers, we discussed our thoughts on many topics the unacquainted would feel uncomfortable sharing about. We spoke of our lives, loves, beliefs, issues and values. I have seen that many care for such conversations but fear the vulnerability required. Our conversation reached this point quickly near its start when Kyle pensively asked a simple question. I can picture him now sitting across from me, leaning back, starring off to his right and frowning behind his beard.

"What do you want to be remembered as?"

Many might have blown off the question or made a joke of it but Kyle had judged his audience well. We each set on the question with eager openness and careful intent. Slowly we went around our table, each genuinely produced our answers and so we were bound close. These eyes with whom I shared my heart were understanding, welcoming to my heart and happy to hear what I might say. I found myself learning truths of myself along with the party.

Our cheerful exchange continued through many topics and without pause. In laughter we ardently spoke of literature, morality, personal habits, music and whatever caught our fancy. I may never know how long we all sat together but I do know this was only the start of something. We spent a week together and the comradeship grew as the time lapsed. Kyle and Austin were my fast friends and I was sorry to see them go but I knew I had not seen the last of them.

Many people come and go but there are those who will stay, though far away, and those who will help you know yourself. People take years to know but today I know that brothers can be made in a matter of days.

March (A Prelude To Spring)

So Sleeping At Last has done it again. Not only is their "March EP" wonderful but who should be featured but Jon Foreman himself? Craziness. He sure seems to show up a lot in my life, particularly (and expectedly) in the music in my life. Sleeping At Last was one of the only bands I have loved that had no affiliation to Switchfoot... until now! Really it just makes me laugh.
Today was a beautiful day. I went for a bike ride and it wasn't until I was on the way home that I realized the extent of the chill of the piercing wind. It is still very cold.