The Blogdom of God
I'm already enjoying this strange mix of journalling, web publishing and online conversation. After an online course I took last fall, where i got sucked into yahoo!, i've been realizing the potential that exists and will continue to evolve. I do hope some of my cross Canada and international friends will drop by, we are afterall, all part of the same "Blogdom".
Me thinks if Andrew who is now in Korea ever comes around that things will just never be the same. May his poet's pen never run dry and laughter continue to follow him wherever he goes, though in those moments of deep thought as I remember him sitting in our living room, finger tips joined, eyes filled with such knowing, may he speak with prophet's tounge of the pain of the less fortunate.
And what if "vitbrev" my nameless friend who works with Refugees in Thailand begins to unravel his or her wisdom in our midst. What kind of blog would this be?
Dear John Mark, oh the unspeakable treasure of music and sweet anointing. Play on your harp (Larivee) as you pour out your offering...your whole heart. The on-line, off line, upline (and every other kinda line) CONCERTS and CAFE's will come, in time dear brother, in time. (I know missing me in Alberta was hard, but I was very messed up....IM me)
And what of the drumming Tribe (Lyle) from British Columbia? What reverie and mysteries would unlock and come forth were he and Mark and Andrew to join in one space. The Bishop of Durham? how graciously he lent an ear to my sound work round the natural cadence of his voice. The list goes on and on and on.
Close with a song Paul.
It's always over but it's never gone
Beyond this veil
there lies a hidden world
old colors start to pale
tumble and fall in nature's swirls
round and round and round we go
where we stop nobody knows
behind the eyes
a sacred dwelling place
not to be despised
by shallowness of face
round and round and round we go
where we stop nobody knows
on and off the window sill
always moving
sometimes still
circles join in every place
this is where we can embrace
It's always over but it's never gone
Like the freeway and the setting sun
Me thinks if Andrew who is now in Korea ever comes around that things will just never be the same. May his poet's pen never run dry and laughter continue to follow him wherever he goes, though in those moments of deep thought as I remember him sitting in our living room, finger tips joined, eyes filled with such knowing, may he speak with prophet's tounge of the pain of the less fortunate.
And what if "vitbrev" my nameless friend who works with Refugees in Thailand begins to unravel his or her wisdom in our midst. What kind of blog would this be?
Dear John Mark, oh the unspeakable treasure of music and sweet anointing. Play on your harp (Larivee) as you pour out your offering...your whole heart. The on-line, off line, upline (and every other kinda line) CONCERTS and CAFE's will come, in time dear brother, in time. (I know missing me in Alberta was hard, but I was very messed up....IM me)
And what of the drumming Tribe (Lyle) from British Columbia? What reverie and mysteries would unlock and come forth were he and Mark and Andrew to join in one space. The Bishop of Durham? how graciously he lent an ear to my sound work round the natural cadence of his voice. The list goes on and on and on.
Close with a song Paul.
It's always over but it's never gone
Beyond this veil
there lies a hidden world
old colors start to pale
tumble and fall in nature's swirls
round and round and round we go
where we stop nobody knows
behind the eyes
a sacred dwelling place
not to be despised
by shallowness of face
round and round and round we go
where we stop nobody knows
on and off the window sill
always moving
sometimes still
circles join in every place
this is where we can embrace
It's always over but it's never gone
Like the freeway and the setting sun
posted by Paul Seburn at Thursday, May 26, 2005
1 Comments:
Hey, Paul - good song. Hope things are going well for you! Keep bloggin'!
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