On Dust and Bravery
“When I was young, I fell in love with story.”
It was the first line that caught my attention. I knew that feeling – that falling in love with story. I’ve done that.
But then the words went on, and struck even deeper chords than my love of story: the tension of roots and wings, of settling and adventuring. It put words to the ideas I’ve walked around recently in conversations with friends about listening to the small voice that tells us there’s something else out there, but not yet hearing the voice that says, “Here, here is the place you should be.”
Sleeping At Last so often takes my soul’s deep groanings and puts words to them.
“The Projectionist”
Sleeping At Last
When I was young I fell in love with story,
With the eleventh hour, with the blaze of glory.
With the eleventh hour, with the blaze of glory.
The theater lights dim and all goes quiet.
In the darkest of rooms, light shines the brightest.
In the darkest of rooms, light shines the brightest.
When hands are tied and clocks are ticking,
An audience convinced: we’re leaning in,
Holding our breath again.
An audience convinced: we’re leaning in,
Holding our breath again.
Just when we thought the game was over
The music lifts and our dying solider lives!
And we breathe a sigh of relief.
The music lifts and our dying solider lives!
And we breathe a sigh of relief.
We’re leaving, we’re leaving our shadows behind us now.
We’re leaving, we’re leaving it all behind for now.
We’re leaving, we’re leaving it all behind for now.
But even dust was made to settle
And if we’re made of dust, then what makes us any different?
I guess we give what we’ve been given:
A family tree so very good at giving up
When we’ve had enough.
Though truth is heavier than fiction,
Gravity lifts as the projectionist rolls tape.
And if we’re made of dust, then what makes us any different?
I guess we give what we’ve been given:
A family tree so very good at giving up
When we’ve had enough.
Though truth is heavier than fiction,
Gravity lifts as the projectionist rolls tape.
And it makes us brave again
And it makes us brave again
And it makes us brave.
And it makes us brave.
So we’re leaving, we’re leaving our shadows behind us now.
We’re leaving, we’re leaving it all behind for now.
And it makes us brave again And it makes us brave.
We’re leaving, we’re leaving ‘em all behind for now.
We’re leaving, we’re leaving it all behind for now.
And it makes us brave again And it makes us brave.
We’re leaving, we’re leaving ‘em all behind for now.
Carolyn Givens
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