Saturday, April 3, 2010

fire and glass and more Lyle

inspired by this blog post, I left this comment...
wildest dreams ... to heal and become whole. and it may just be beautiful if not horrific in origin ... thinking about fire, houses, lives, smoke, volunteers, neighborhoods, and glass. may not be a sermon, but just may be a blog post that percolated yesterday.

I found it ironic, that five hours after the fire trucks left my street, I was standing in my favorite museum. A museum which would be nothing, if not for fire.





I hand the camera to Mosaic Woman and say, "I am going over there, take some photos..."

and so I hope and pray and watch as the not so damaged houses get cleaned, and I walk across the street to listen to my neighbors tell their story, when they emerge with the light of day from where they scatter to at night. and as I moved through my life, another song covered by Lyle Lovett comes out of the place, where it had been resting inside my brain...






If I needed you would you come to me
Would you come to me, for to ease my pain
If you needed me I would come to you
I would swim the sea, for to ease your pain.

Well, the night's forlorn and the morning's born
And the morning's born with the lights of love
And you'll miss sunrise if you close your eyes
And that would break my heart in two.

If I needed you would you come to me
Would you come to me, for to ease my pain
If you needed me I would come to you
I would swim the sea, for to ease your pain.

Baby's with me now since I showed her
How to lay her lily hand in mine
Who could, I'll agree she's a sight
To see a treasure for the poor to find.

If I needed you would you come to me
Would you come to me, for to ease my pain
If you needed me I would come to you
I would swim the sea, for to ease your pain

...

9 comments:

  1. It's these stories and songs that make them all so much more than "things." Lyle, Townes, they bring a touch of God's grace to this earth and tears to my eyes. Thinking of you, Mosaic Woman, the sea of porches, and people, and stories. Happy Easter, a bit early.

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  2. Those are BEAUTIFUL, and now I want to know which museum is your favorite.

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  3. Lynn--- it has been good to reconnect with you. thanks for these kind words, and an early Happy Easter to you.

    Mrs. M--- Corning Museum of Glass.

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  4. Yes, I do love my lyles.....

    beatiful glass.. Happy Easter! Good to see you and MW!

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  5. Beautiful glass, Wayne. Amazing, isn't it, what God can make with a little sand and some time on His hands.......

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  6. Giggles... it was good to see you too. Hopefully again tomorrow night.

    Jim... amazed, yes I am.

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  7. A blessed Easter Stratoz. I am heading now to your earlier post. The exquisite glass forged in the fire is a powerful Easter metaphor.

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  8. Definitely ironic. And I hope that it gave you some healing to see how such a potentially destructive tool can also be used to create beauty.

    I came here looking for a post on how well your ankle held up under that weeding and gardening regimen that you promised it on Saturday, though. Did you end up at the museum instead? :)

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  9. Beryl... it was good to escape the neighborhood, then it was good to come back and be part of it.

    Blackswamp Girl... the front yard is cleaned up... backyard needs some help. Ankle is no worse for the effort, but maybe no better either. stairs are the main pain.

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