So
tell me why I should run for cover
At the sound of the coming thunder
All I hear is the cry of my lover, So take your shot, I won’t turn back .
At the sound of the coming thunder
All I hear is the cry of my lover, So take your shot, I won’t turn back .
Needtobreathe
Some sounds suit the way we live and some sounds jar the
psyche. The wind chimes in their
tinkling rhythm kept me awake. Now I
feel their fit with the ocean breeze and night-time fog. The dog next door barks. I hear its yelp at six a.m. I enjoy dogs and have no quarrel with the
occasional bark. This early I’m in REM and the bark finds its way into dystopian
dreams. The ice-cream-man is a universal sound.
The calliope bell, Farmer and the Dell, means popsicles in every
neighborhood. Other easily recognized
noises are not so pleasant.
Downtown Pasadena working with Dr. John Perkins (Let Justice Roll Down) Erik slept to the sound of sirens and police
helicopters. In Joshua Tree, near the
Twentynine Palms Marine base, local bombing practice shakes the basin. Late Summer is monsoon season. Hard rains and
wind-slanted showers pelt the aluminum bathroom fan alerting us to present
storms. One such storm washed away our
front yard, changing ever my response to downpours (Oh, Texas!).
A simple sound; the two-a.m. phone call can change
everything. That same sound mid-morning
confirming a new-employer has a completely different tone. Perception of noises determines my
response. What I hold to and what I let
go. Camping outdoors I sleep
terrifically. Those who fear bugs,
bears, snakes and storm won’t find rest in a tent dependent on nature. Though perfectly secure; when focus is on fear
the peace won’t come.
Noise breaks upon us from the outside-in. May we hammock
(resting with full-weight) in the sounds we hear as symphony. Let us not fear in chaos and cacophony.
God is our refuge and strength,
A very present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear, though the earth should change
And though the mountains slip into the heart of the sea;
Though its waters roar and foam,
Though the mountains quake at its swelling pride.
A very present help in trouble.
Therefore we will not fear, though the earth should change
And though the mountains slip into the heart of the sea;
Though its waters roar and foam,
Though the mountains quake at its swelling pride.
Selah.
