Generation of Shadows

My sister and I watched a lot of TV when we were kids

I don’t say this as a positive or negative,

it just was.

Ours was the generation of the shadows.

The old Tom and Jerry’s, the Looney Tunes

those were fading away

to a new class of cartoons.

Heavy hatching. Darker themes.

“The Last Unicorn.” “The Rats of Nymh.”

“The Hobbit.” “The Never-ending Story.”

The world had gone punk, and its youth were going with it.

Yet, at that same time,

these years (80’s and 90’s) were also the Mencken years,

“Beauty and the Beast.” “Little Mermaid.”

“Hunchback of Notre Dame.” “Aladdin.”

Our fantasies were both dark and beautiful,

all the while steeped in music.

Kids programming teetered in the divide,

not sure of how to treat it’s youth.

Then came “Toy Story,”

whose first drafts were as dark as

the 80’s programming we grew up with,

Then there was the rewrite.

While still gritty,

it promised hope

and the programming has grown prettier

as art has moved from hands to computer.

More neon.

It speaks in a new language, more distracted.

Yet, also in its own way has grown deeper,

reaching out to a more universal audience,

of all races, nationalities, genres, body types,

and backgrounds.

Each generation passes its legacy on to another,

for them to blaze a new trail with it.

Ours was a generation of the shadows,

but we were singing all the way through.

 

 

 

Glory in the Distance

There will come a day when we will live together in harmony

for now there is in-fighting, dissension, and discord,

but I hold onto that bright bright future

for one day it will come-

I see glimmers of it, now and again,

like stars in the sky, often covered by clouds or smog,

but every so often revealed in their full wonder.

To Each Other & To God

Joy Moss started Asheville Beer and Hymns.

She lives up to her name,

a true beam of sunlight amongst clouds.

Every time we play music,

music is always secondary to community-building.

Our mission is higher than what we do,

It is who we are, to each otherĀ and to God.

If It Is Your Will

Thank you God for the job I have,

the chance to recoup the losses,

regain the wealth I so foolishly squandered.

Yet, even still, I miss people,

hearing their stories,

making eye contact with the living.

If it is possible, return me to my former self,

or better even, if it is Your will.

 

Time is Game of Jenga

Time is a game of Jenga

Even if you could take out a bit of the past,

how do you know it is not a supporting structure

upon which many other blocks rest?

How terrible would it be to take out one unsavory element

only to see everything else come toppling down

in its absence?

We are who we are: finite creatures caught up

in the gears of time,

yet we relish in the knowledge that one day

Time itself will dissolve and its whole game will be packed up

and taken away,

by the One who began it all.

So, God teach me to play the game well, to move onward,

to lean on your for peace and guidance

when the game really seems to hard to win.

No Matter What

Some people think we will be raptured out

when times get back.

Some people think we will have to face the darkness

til the night is through.

Both have argue fairly compelling arguments.

The fact remains, today, we will have seasons

where we experience both:

seasons where we must face the giants

and seasons we are saved from them.

I guess the main question is, do we have faith enough in God

that He will sustain us no matter what occurs?