Where to next?

Last week I went to see my friend's grave. It was the first time I'd seen it. I missed it all when it happened about a year ago... the death, the funeral, the burial... I was on the other side of the world.
During those 20 minutes in the graveyard I found much needed closure on some unsettledness and uncertainties. There underneath the grass, in a peaceful clearing beside a slow-moving creek lay the large vessel that used to house my friend.
And amidst all the flying emotions, in some unseen undercurrent, I found purpose in it all. I felt this sudden urgency. That my time is short, and if I want it to be relevant I can't waste time. I am called to be relevant. To be faithful and creative with what's been handed to be. Funny how the death of a friend can bring things back into focus...

Thanks for the focus

I'll be home Thursday night. Looking forward to it... And to November in Oklahoma. It's my favorite month, by the way. But not because my birthday's in it ;). I love the weather, and something about the spiritual atmosphere. Can't quite say what. I always enjoy writing songs in November. Anyways, see some you very soon, and some of you a little later, and some of you I still not might see at all but bless you anyway :)

And by the way, here's something I wrote for Delhi:

“Colors”

 

So crack your whips and chase them out

There won’t be quite enough room

You’ve turned your back on those in need

And they’ll see your colors soon

They’ll see your colors soon

 

You try to build a paradise

But you’re lost in bubbling trance

This fat-fake paradise

Is the color of a dead man’s dance

 

So beat them black and beat them blue

As you promise them all the while

They’ll give you thanks and kiss your shoes

But they’ll see your colored smile

They’ll see your colored smile

 

You try to build a paradise

But you’re lost in bubbling trance

This fat-fake paradise

Is the color of a dead man’s dance

 

They ask for help but you give them hate

And they’ll come to know it well

Your greed unfolds a city’s fate

And the colors of time will tell

 

You try to build a paradise

But you’re lost in bubbling trance

This fat-fake paradise

Is the color of a dead man’s dance

This fat-fake paradise

Is a place where dead men dance