i can’t even begin to tell you how much the (very newly discovered) music of josh garrels has blessed me this week. take a moment to listen to jacaranda tree.

“Sitting on porches
Since Friday while the sky
Tilts like a watery glass
We wait for downpours
A drenching joy
A carnival sky
But what I don’t say
What I can’t say
Is that with this joy
Comes a mourning
Something left behind
Blue lined, teary
Mingled
I move on
All things will change
We wait for the rain
And the promise remains
Live life fully
Peeking through fingers
Slung in our hammocks
Cocooned
Skimming the water
Trapezed above time
We glide like slingshot angels
Belly up and
Floating we see
The promise in the sky
Up to Orion’s ribs
We climb this tree
And listen
For our pulse
All things will change
We wait for the rain
And the promise remains
I flung loosely
Into that world
I stayed heavily
I’ll be a Jacaranda Tree
In Indiana
I say
Greenhoused and sung to
I pray light will
Leak from our pockets
We’ll be drenched, overcome
At night the fireflies
Streamers at our sides
Silent flaming arcs of hope
All things will change
We wait for the rain
And the promise remains” -Josh Garrels
The guy’s stuff is SOOOO good!
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agreed! i can’t believe i only just now discovered his music.
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with this joy
Comes a mourning
Something left behind….And the promise remains
Thank you, Gina, for your thoughts on Gabriel’s 13th birthday. As we continue to experience all different kinds of loss on our lives, the promise remains. And that brings joy.
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We’ll be drenched, overcome…
Silent flaming arcs of hope
All things will change
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