talmidim :: trying to be covered in the dust of my rabbi - January 9th, 2006

for charlotte baker
for nick harris
for lyndon henry

center aisle by derek webb of caedmon's call:

thank God I'm back in my car
and driving home, and driving home
cause the air was thin and so cold
back in there
it was my first time
won't be my last time
and the questions rise
expectations fall
in light of it all
there aren't words to say
words aren't remembered
but presence is
a good friend once told me
and he was there
he was there
but she wasn't there
it's not fair
it's not fair

what crimes have you committed
demanding such a penance
that couldn't wait for five more minutes
and a cry for help
cause this room is so peaceful
and this room is so quiet
and I hate the silence
and I can't walk the center aisle

i've been here for over three hours
behind the flowers
so beautiful and young
and so alive
and so in need of someone
someone to talk to them
cause theirs are fragile lives

and I think about my brother
and how I just stood there
with my hands in my pockets
and my heart in my throat
thank God I'm back in my car
and driving home
and driving home
but in that place I leave
all my days of taking life for granted
and the words I wrote for her
and my best friend crying
and a young girl lying
on all our hearts

"the renewal of the church will come from a new type of monasticism which only has in common with the old an uncompromising allegiance to the sermon on the mount. it is high time men and women banded together to do this." - dietrich bonhoeffer, in a letter to his brother

the bachelor :: you've got to be kidding me.