Tears ... Longing ... Joy

I've had an emotional rollercoaster kind of day. Woke up feeling really good - no headache 2 days in a row after having headaches 4 mornings in a row. Yea. Then, it was up and down, up and down after that. Email, phone calls, facebook, news - up and down, up and down.

I've spent most the late afternoon/early evening alone and have been loving it ever so very much. Have listened to all of the Don Francisco songs I have. A couple of them have had me in tears of joy and praise. Adam, Where Are You? and just now: Too Small A Price.

I encourage you, check out their webpage where you can download free mp3's: Rocky Mountain Ministries I actually ordered two of the older CD's for Stirling and Eithnee to listen to. Stirling loves to learn by singing and by music, so hopefully these will really touch his heart.

For now, if you can, listen to Don Francisco's remake of Too Small A Price. I long so very much for heaven. I cannot begin to express how much I long for it.

Here are the words:
I awoke to hear the jailer turn the key and push the door
"Get out here!" he shouted, but I stayed there on the floor
Frozen in the terror that rose and filled my brain
For I knew what they intended; I could not face the pain

Then soldier's came into the cell and they dragged me to the yard
They threw me down before a cross and brought the whip down hard
"Carry it!" they shouted as I struggled to my feet
I put my shoulder under it; dragged it to the street

I stumbled through a wall of screams as they drove me through the gate
It seemed that thousands lined the streets, their voices filled with hate
Like a wolf pack in the night that moves in for the kill
They closed the gap and followed us as we started up the hill

And it seemed I'd barely reached the top when they grabbed me from behind
They threw the cross down under me and tied the ropes that bind
The arms close to the beams as they nailed the feet and hands
And they raised the cross up in the air and dropped it in it's stand

Through a blur of pain I saw the cross there next to mine
There were people all around it so I looked to read the sign
It was nailed there up above His head so the world could see the news
That the man who seemed so helpless there was the King of all the Jews

Well, the crowd that stood around His cross made jokes about His name
They shouted, laughed and spat on Him so I joined in the game
Then I said, "Hey! if you're the King why don't You get us down from here?
The taunt just sounded hollow and it echoed in my ears

'Cause He looked at me with eyes that seemed to reach into my heart
They shone a light on all my lies and tore my life apart
There was more that lay behind His gaze than simply blood and clay
But knowing was too much for me; I had to look away

Then I chanced another look at Him as He was looking down
Where the soldiers who'd just crucified us drank there on the ground
And although He spoke them quietly, somehow His words came through
He said, "Father, please forgive them; they don't know what they do."

Then as if they'd heard Him speaking, the crowd began to roar
Whipped to frenzy by the priests who urged them on to more
But the worse the accusations, now, the plainer I could see
The guilt of the accusers -- not the One there next to me

Then the man upon the other cross began to curse and swear
But his voice was filled with venom as he hurled it through the air
When all the horror that was in him, and had laid his life to waste
Came out in every syllable he flung in Jesus' face

And Jesus only looked at him, but something rose inside of me
And in spite of all that watched us there, it couldn't be denied
Because His righteousness and innocence were shining bright and strong
I just couldn't keep my silence and that cursing still went on

I cried out, "Don't you fear the wrath of God even at the end?
You'll curse us both into the pit -- is that what you intend?
We're only getting what we're due -- we've sinned our whole lives long
But don't you talk to Him that way -- He's done nothing wrong!"


Then with all my courage, in a voice not quite my own
I asked Him, "Lord, remember me when you come into your throne."
He answered me and even then, His love was undisguised
He said, "Before the sun has set today, you'll be with Me in Paradise."

Well the shouts and curses did not stop even when the sunlight ceased
But somehow in the midst of it my soul had been released
And though the agony continued, it was still too small a price
To be allowed to hear those words, and to die beside the Christ!

Then darkness changed to dawning
And I heard the sound of voices
The air was warm around me
I stood beside a stream

And Abraham was speaking
To the multitude before him
Of the unfolding of the answer
To our prayers and hopes and dreams

Then far across the chasm,
Came a rumbling like the thunder
And the Prince of Peace came shining
From his mouth the power streamed

And the walls and towers crumbled
And the gates of hell went under
As thousands sang the victory
"We have been redeemed!"

Jesus is the Lord of all!
Jesus is the Lord of all!
Jesus is the Lord of all!
We have been redeemed!


Jesus is the Lord of all!
Jesus is the Lord of all!
Jesus is the Lord of all!
We have been redeemed!

Joy! Joy! Joy! Joy!

Jesus is the Lord of all!

Jesus is the Lord of all!
Jesus is the Lord of all!
We have been redeemed!

Bits 'n Pieces

It's snowing quite heavily here in Kherson tonight. Wonder what it will be like in the morning. We have guests arriving on the morning train from Kiev. Mel will be in meetings most of the day and I'm supposed to meet with the women on our team and Tracy, the woman on the train, sometime in the afternoon. Could be an interesting day. I do NOT like to walk in the snow here because I have no idea what is under the snow - ground, a crack or a hole. Sigh. We'll see. I would rather stay inside and work on my embroidery and weaving! (Still have to warp the loom again. That sounds so cool to me - "I still have to warp the loom." heh heh)

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In my reading around the net tonight I came across some articles about "loud booms" that people are hearing. Most are reported in the States, but they've been heard all over the world.

A few months ago, while I was sitting at the dining room table in the evening up at my parents place, working on Eithnee's baby blanket, I heard a boom. No one else heard it. The television was off or I would never have heard it myself. I actually thought there had been a gas explosion down in Woodland Park or even in Green Mountain Falls. It sounded far away and "deep". I even wondered if it wasn't deep in the earth beneath the house.

Years ago my dad was digging under the main part of the house, thinking about making an area to store some home canned fruits or something (he likes to dig, says it's his Welsh heritage) and he came across a crack in the earth. He shined a flashlight down it and dropped a couple rocks but never saw nor heard the bottom. He stopped digging. I figured it is just a space between a couple boulders - their house is on the side of a mountain after all! When I heard that boom, I wondered if something had dropped down there somewhere, way down. The house didn't shake, the dogs didn't react, I didn't see the cats so I have no idea if they reacted or not. I asked Mom later if she'd heard it, but no, she hadn't. Considering she is almost deaf, that did not surprise me. I watched for the newspaper when it came out (a weekly) and there was no news about an explosion in it. Nor was there on any of the television stations the next day.

Now I wonder. Is the boom I heard similar to the booms other people are hearing? If so - what are they??????? No one seems to know what is causing them, according to the articles I read tonight.

Strange.

I've not forgotten that boom, nope I have not. In fact, that's part of the reason the first article caught my eye. I thought it was really weird then, I think it's really weird now. {shivers} ha ha!

Most people have music playing all the time, or the television blaring away, or kids yelling and playing around. Very few people listen to silence any more. But I love silence. When you listen to silence you hear things - like unexplained loud booms far away!

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Mel reminded someone today that we are in a spiritual battle. I needed to hear that. Several things have been said or have happened since we got back to Ukraine that I am really struggling with. Because I already struggle with depression in the winter, and because I'm convinced that we are on the verge of some very, very difficult times in our world and possibly even the Great Tribulation (which I think the Church will go through), I am always processing things in my mind through those glasses. I needed to hear again that it is a spiritual battle, not a physical battle, that causes me so much struggle. I need to keep in the Word more, I need to pray more. It's not "I should", it's I NEED to do these things.

I listened to a sermon tonight and I listened to 10 chapters of John from a free audio download I found on Biblegateway.com. While I work on the embroidery or weaving I try to remember to pray. I pray for the person the item is for, and I pray for family and friends here and at home and anything else that comes to mind. I do my level best not to just sit and think. When I just sit and think I often end up going over and over and over and over in my mind things that were said, things that were done, hurts, angers, and so forth. Why is it I can't sit and think of lovely, peaceful, calm, holy things naturally?? Sigh. But that's the way I am. So, I'm going to try and download some more of the free Books of the Bible and find a way to listen to them as I work. I found it very interesting to listen to John as I played a simple game that didn't require paying attention to.

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I should get ready and go to bed. I don't think I'm going to go to sleep very soon (too much coffee too late in the day), but I am tired and I just need to think. Of course, I need to remember what I wrote in the previous section about "just thinking"!

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Last night I dreamed a dream. Someday I'll start a book with that as the first sentence.

Last night I dreamed a dream. It started out with me being John Wayne, driving a herd of cattle and one lone buffalo to market. It morphed into me, the me me, not the John Wayne me, teaching a bunch of kids all about buffalo at a Visitor's Center at some National Park somewhere, but there were no buffalo in the Center, altho I went from exhibit to exhibit explaining in detail what everything was to those very interested kids. Poor kids! Then I suddenly was trying to find a gift of a buffalo to Mel, but ended up giving him one of those bobble-headed dolls - a penguin bobble-head doll. Little gray penguin body, great big very round bobble-y head. Looked a lot like this guy, but without the blue hat:I have strange dreams sometimes.
(I'd never seen this photo before I went searching for a picture of a bobble-head penguin, so I didn't dream about it! ha ha ha)

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I would love to dream about a new house tonight. Wonder if I can convince my mind to do that. I have some of the most wonderful dreams about exploring new houses. Houses that have long corridors with lots of rooms opening up and windows to look out of and staircases to climb, and warmth. I've had several dreams of houses like that over the years. The houses go on and on and on and I'm going to live in it and make it my own and I love them. Strange since when I'm in a big house I rarely use more than two or three rooms on a regular basis. Shoot - even in this tiny flat we live in now I only go in the bedroom whenever I need to get clothes to wash or put away and at night to go to bed. Maybe if there was better light/bigger window and more room I'd go in there more often, but as it is, I spend 90% of my time in this office room or the livingroom. The rest in the kitchen with a bit in the two "little rooms".

Someday I would love a big house like that, tho. One that never needed cleaning, of course!

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I love this music, especially the piece, Ancient Spirits. I could listen to it over and over again.

Yesterday on facebook, Olya B. posted that she was listening to some Janis Joplin songs that her husband put on. There were several comments after that, including a couple from me. I was never a Joplin fan, altho who can forget some of her songs? "Me and Bobby McGee" "Mercedes Benz" and others.

While reading Olya's comments I realized two things right away: Olya is so much younger than me :-), and Olya was not raised in the United States. I thought about that for a long time and came up with some thoughts.

Being born in the early '50's puts me toward the end of the Baby Boomers. I was in my early teens during the height of the Hippy movement. By the time I got to 18, it was mostly over. Yet, the affects remain until this day - not just on my life, but on the whole of American society.

As Mel and I talked this morning, I told him that I thought he and I were raised in a "bubble of time" in history. Now, our childhoods were not perfect - there were troubles and pain and 'normal' growing up struggles. But we, and several million other kids, did not have to worry that we or our parents were going to be attacked and scalped by Indians (although we played those games all the time). Although the Vietnam War was raging, we were not concerned that foreign troops were going to come into our house to kill, rape (I had no idea what that even meant) and maim. We did worry about the Soviets sending missiles over to the US, and we worried about atomic war - but war was actually very far away. Most kids went to bed fed and warm at night. Most kids had intact families. Most kids went to church at least once in awhile. Most kids lived 'normal' American lives then. We lived in a 'bubble in history' - a safe bubble.

I know that there were secrets going on behind closed doors - abuse, sexual abuse, unknown poverty, unbelief, and so forth. I realized many years later that my best friend had actually been sexually abused by her father for years and the last time I heard from her (several years ago now), her life was filled with broken dreams, drugs, divorce and more. Mel has realized that friends he had in high school also lived with secrets in their family that are just now being opened up and hopefully dealt with.

But Mel and I were two of the truly fortunate kids who really did grow up during a "Camelot" time.

So why did we have the Hippy revolution? Why did the music become so angry? The words either nonsense or hate filled and angry?

I know that many books by sociologists, psychiatrists, social commentators - Christian as well as non-Believers, have been written about what happened. I know what Mel's professor in seminary said (that Satan had been loosed from the pit during that time). I am aware that I do not have all the answers, by any means.

I do know that when I listen to the words of the music kids play today, it is still angry. Hate, violence, degradation. The music itself is still full of anger as well.

Oh, there were, and still are, sweet songs being written and recorded as well, but the overall tone is far from 'sweet'.

Even church music has been affected. Words focus on me, me, me, I, I, I, we, we, we - and less on God and who He is. The music and words are written to make ME feel good, to put ME in a certain mood, to affect ME, more often than not. Like an island in the middle of a sea of anger. Yet it is a false island, one that is shaky and sinking swiftly into the morass we call our world-wide society today.

There is an outward shell of niceness, and cleanliness, and prosperity, and happiness. But I think our music tells the truth, shows the reality of life. Country music, included - maybe it even shows more of the truth of middle class America?

A lot of thoughts, not too many worth putting down today. But they make me feel sad somehow.

Think I'll go get another decaf mocha and read a book awhile and not think about it any more!

Finally Found It!

I've been looking for this particular cantata on the internet for several months, off and on. We used to have the record - you know, the black vinyl things that look absolutely HUGE next to a CD now?? And before we had the record, we sang it in choir.

I played it for Mel tonight. Oh my. Memories of Alaska and Alaska Bible College and the choir and those funky maroon courdoroy long skirts and weird cumberbuns and white blouses all the gals wore and I can't honestly remember what the guys wore - black pants, black shoes and white shirts maybe? And traveling in the vans to different cities in Alaska - Tok, Valdez, Anchorage, Copper Center. And singing our hearts out. And I can remember crying sometimes at the very end during the last song. For some reason I especially remember singing in the little church in Tok. And the cold as we traveled and being bundled up in lots of layers and heavy boots as we traveled, snow and frost and seeing your breath in the van for hours, stamping your feet occasionally to get them 'warm'. And laughing together and singing together and being a part of a community of Believers who were all intent on one purpose.

I had my problems at ABC, but I also had some incredibly fun and good times.

Listen to it - listen to the words and let YOUR heart sing!

Jesus Is Coming!
© Copyright 1972 by John W. Peterson Music Company. All rights reserved. Used by permission

God's Own Music

I am not a big music fan. Sorry Kara, Peter, Andrew, Mel, Ron J. and a host of others whose love of music makes up a big part of their lives. :( I don't know why, for sure, except maybe it's partially because my mother does not like music. She has a good reason, though. She was in a car accident as an older teenager and had damage to her ears. She doesn't hear "music", she hears "noise". We listened to very little music when I was a kid growing up because of that.

Me? Well, I love silence and the sounds of nature more than anything else. (Ok, we could get into specifics, like I love the sound of children's laughter, and I love the sound of my husbands voice as he preaches, and so forth, but that's not the point of this post. heh heh)

Nature sounds? Yes, I do like nature sounds. I love nature sounds. The sound of ocean waves crashing on a rocky beach. Birds chirping and singing and squabbling together. The wind sighing through the grasses. Aspen leaves quaking in a summer breeze. Molecules of air beating against my eardrums as I stand in total silence in the dark on the edge of the Grand Canyon and listen to emptiness.

So you've got to know what I listened to this morning immediately after seeing this on geology.com.
Singing Sand Dunes
July 24, 2009 | National Geographic

Some sand dunes can produce a humming sound under the right conditions. Researchers in this video try to determine how and why these dunes produce sound.

Singing Sand Dunes
And of course, the one that immediately followed the Singing Sand Dunes - well, I had to watch it, too, because it was home and I was just there a few weeks ago and I've written about this place before. Hear a happy sigh. :) :) :)

Colorado's Great Sand Dunes

Monday - A Reply to My Oldest Son

February 23, 2009: 1:35 pm: CalvinDude Music, Satire
Monday &*!@# Monday!

The conspiracy is real.
I don’t know how they found me, but they did. And now I must flee.
See, this morning I woke up with a Moody Blues song stuck in my head. Specifically, this one. It’s bad enough starting a Monday on THAT note…
But then I went to lunch at Subway, and they were playing a song on the radio. No, not “Never Comes the Day.” It was John Stinking Denver singing “Rocky Mountain High.”
The only way this Monday could get more depressing is if “THEY” weren’t actually after me. I blame Bush.


Well, Peter, it's nice to know that some of what I exposed you to when you were a little kid has actually had an effect on your life as an adult. Strange, though, that we had no music by either The Moody Blues or John Denver while you were growing up, but instead your Dad played lots of classical stuff and of course, the Christian stuff. What was it? By osmosis in the womb, I passed on my enjoyment of these two? Somehow your love of Metallica and 'ska' was not passed back the other way. Whew!

ROTFL

Mom
PS You need this today, to wipe away the 'Blues' and that fresh mountain air.

"Love Is All Around Me"

Yesterday afternoon, after church and Sunday School were over, Mel, Melinda and I went out for dinner. We used to do this almost every Saturday evening after the Ladies Bible Study, Kids English Class and Advanced English Class, but the habit has dropped by the side recently. No one wanted to go home and prepare a meal at the end of a long afternoon. We had wanted to go the night before, but all of us were just too wiped out. (Mel and I came upstairs and ate popcorn with shredded cheese on it instead.)

We went to our old standby, a nice restaurant in the city center. We've been going there for years. The food is really good, not way expensive (although with the current economic crisis the prices are rising), and has a very nice, relaxing area upstairs with no smoking. Late in the afternoon we were the only people there for over an hour. Well, there were people downstairs, but we were the only ones upstairs. And it was really nice. We talked and talked, laughed and were serious.

The manager did something just for us, I think. He/she put on American music from our generation. That kind of music is making a come back here for some reason anyway, but they don't usually play only English words music and they did last night.

I just kind of listened to it in the background, not even really paying any attention to it. I am not a big music lover and although I may kind of remember a song, it is rare that I know all of the words. And that is the way it was last night - until this came on, Love Is All Around Me, by The Troggs. I haven't heard this song in years!

The first chords began playing and wham! I was back in my teens and wildly in love with someone. Can you believe it? I didn't remember exactly who I was wildly in love with when I used to listen to this song. :) :) I had to look it up and when I saw the dates, I knew. and "Love Is All Around" (UK number 5 in October 1967 and US number 7 in May 1968). I was what? thirteen, fourteen years old? Oh, I know now exactly who I was in love with. Ha ha! No wonder I know the song by heart! At fourteen, crushes and 'being in love' are very serious for a girl.

I remember we had an old radio, or maybe it was just part of an old radio. It was on the shelf in my closet. It had knobs for moving the tuner and when I turned it on, I had to wait until the tubes warmed up before it would give forth sound.

Now I didn't just 'listen to the radio.' No, after everyone was in bed and the lights were turned out, I would go into the closet and turn it on with the sound very, very low and stand there and listen to the crackly sounds it made, the weird sounds from outer space it sometimes made as I searched for a good Rock station. I would turn the knob until one of my favorite stations came on - KSSN, Kissin' Radio was one - and listen to music from the '60's.

Why did I go into my closet to listen?
Well, my parents were very young, only in their late 30's and early 40's in the 60's, but they were very conservative in their beliefs and standards and Rock Music was the devil's music and I was only allowed to listen to certain bands. Herman's Hermits were about it for a long time and I even had all of their albums at one point (I wonder what happened to those albums?). Soooooo - I would listen to the radio when every one else was asleep and hear everything that was currently being played!

Never trust your teenagers. They do all sorts of things you know nothing about. I understood that with my own kids before they ever reached the age of birth :) :) :). I could only guide and council and discipline, but they were going to do a lot of stuff that I would never know about. You can't control any one's whole life, no matter that you are their parent and they are your child. I learned that very young. :)

So, I would stand there, crowded in with my dresses and shirts hanging around me, in the dark with the only light from the face of the radio, ear pressed up against the speaker and listen to evil Rock Music. It never lasted for a long time because by the time everyone in the house was in bed, it was late and I was really tired.

But this song is one I loved to listen to and somehow over the course of a few months, I actually memorized the whole thing.

It's amazing how music can actually re-awaken the feelings of angst, loneliness, unrequited love from the teenage years. I wonder what ever happened to the guy I was so crazy about (actually he and I almost got married when I was 18 and I am so glad we did not because last I heard of him 14 years ago, he'd been married 4 times already and who knows how many times since then!).

As I sit here writing this I begin to wonder - is the resurfacing of 'old memories' a sign that I am aging? You know - they always say that as you get older it's harder to remember what happened yesterday and easier to remember what happened in your youth!

Oh my.

there are other versions of this song on YouTube, including some with film footage of The Troggs singing it, but I like this one because I used to have a few 45's like this. Even the record player brings back memories!

I'm NOT Leaving' A Jet Plane, Just A Train

This song always comes to mind when we get ready to leave on a train here in Ukraine. I'm not sure why exactly - maybe just because it kind of rhymes with I'm Leavin' On A Big Train. :) :)

Mel and I are going to Kiev tonight and will be there for a few days. Now that we have PeopleNet internet we can take the computer with us and have internet connection as long as we are in Ukraine. I like it. But I don't have a strong battery in this computer, so I can't use it on the train, just when we get there.

I chose this rendition on YouTube because the one with John Denver actually singing it in a video had some comments that I didn't like. Comments about him - true or not, and I really don't want to know - comments that I don't care to share with anyone else. Sigh. The man is dead, he's gone to his just reward, what ever that may be (I'm afraid I know, but really only God knows). I love his music, though - always have, always will. Even if the only time I saw him in concert he made me mad (slammed Alaska - how dared he?!! harrumph. ).

Coincidence? I Think Not.

I listened to Peter's YouTube reading of his latest short story, or novella or whatever these things are called nowadays and I thought it was quite good. Mel did not hear it and asked me what it was like.

I responded that it was kind of Stephen King-ish with a not obvious Christian twist (a spiritual message is definitely there!) and Mel's response was:

"Do you think we listened to too much Steve Taylor when he was a kid?"

I laughed and said something on the order of "How could you listen to too much Steve Taylor?" :)

I was going to look Steve Taylor up on YouTube and post something about it, but then got side tracked by Andromeda and the Milky Way and collisions and stuff. I did NOT write to Peter about it, honest.

So imagine my surprise when I clicked on his blog this morning and saw a post about Steve Taylor! I laughed right out loud and then wrote him a message asking him if we had "A harmonic connection through the thought vibes of the atmosphere?" or something.

I listened to his YouTube post of Whatever Happened to Sin? and then looked up more YouTube Steve Taylor. I always really liked this song.
I still like it a lot. Growing up in the church I did I often felt like if I was just a clone everyone would be a lot happier with me. Don't rock the boat. Don't question anything. Learn to speak the right language. Fit in. Be a good girl. Follow the rules. God won't love you if you don't follow all the rules and laws and regulations and ... And so forth and so on ad nauseum. Oh what joy it was to me when I discovered grace! When I realized that God made us each individually and that he gave us each our own personality - and it was good! And that I don't have to look like and live like and do like every one else in the church so that He will keep on loving me. Freedom from man-made rules and regulations. There is so much freedom in Christ.

Why does anyone want to be all bound up by someone else telling them what they must do, how they must live? "Be like all the other women in the church! Wear your hair like 'this', wear 'this' kind of clothing, get married or you are worth less to God, have 'this' many children, go/don't go to 'this' college, do/don't do 'this' job, only read 'this' Bible, and on and on. The list can be endless, really. If we are all alike then it makes someone happy - but I am sure that someone is not God. It might be one person or it might be a group of men. I've seen both, men who have to control. Why do people let other people control them like this? I've never understood it.

Such a short step from living in freedom and grace to living in bondage and the keeping of the law on our own.

Aurora Borealis

written by: Bill Fries and Chip Davis

One night last summer we were
Camped at ten thousand feet up where the air is clear
High in the Rockies of Lost Lake, Colorado;
And as the fire burned low
And only a few glowing coals remained,
We laid on our backs
All warm in our sleeping bags
And looked up at the stars…
And as I felt myself falling into
The vastness of the universe,
I thought about things…and places…
And times…

I thought about the time my grandma
Told me what to say when I
Saw the evening star…you know…
“Star light…star bright
First star I see tonight
I wish I may, I wish I might
Have the wish I wish tonight…”

The air is crystal clean up here –
That’s why you can see a million stars.
I remember a time a bunch of us
Were in a canyon of the Green River in Wyoming -
It was a night just like this…
And we had our rafts pulled up on the bank
An’ turned over, so we could sleep on ‘em.
And one of the guys from New York
Said, “Hey! Look at the smog in the sky!
Smog clear out here in the sticks!”
And somebody said…”Hey Joe, that’s not smog…
That’s the Milky Way…”
Joe had never seen the Milky Way…

And we saw the northern lights once,
In the Bitterroot Mountains of Montana…
They’re like flames
From some pre-historic campfire
Leaping and dancing in the sky
And changing colors…
Red to gold…
And blue to violet…Aurora Borealis!
It’s lik the equinox…
The changing seasons…
Summer to fall…
Young to old…
Then to now
And then tomorrow…

And then everyone was asleep
Except me…
And as I saw the morning star
Come up over the mountains,
I realized that life is just a collection
Of memories…
And memories are like starlight…
They go on forever.

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Copyright 1976 American Gramophone (SESAC)
Written by Bill Fries and Chip Davis
From: C. W. McCall’s Greatest Hits
Available at: www.amazon.com