Musings – By Herndon

Don’t Forget

We give too much credit to the darkness. It never stands against the light. Dancing flames extinguish blinding bleakness. A single candle undoes the desert’s night. It is the dark’s inheritance to vanish. If only we’ll remember and resist. Its feet were made to scatter, heart to panic. In the end only the light subsists.

Rehearsal Plans (vs. Lesson Plans)

This year I’ve streamlined my rehearsal plans*. My guiding principals are: It must be possible to make and share quickly. There’s a lot to do everyday. If it can’t be done quickly, I’ll skip it and not benefit from it. Simplicity is paramount. If it can’t be done simply…keep working until it can be doneContinue reading “Rehearsal Plans (vs. Lesson Plans)”

Overcast Sabbath

It’s overcast this Sunday As we sabbath on the deck. A few leaves let go As we creep closer to Fall. Our conversation’s stoked By a breeze blowing over breakfast. We hold hands and thank God for it all.

Just Miracles

There’s nothing natural About this world; Just miracles We’ve become accustomed to.

Boundaries of Your Glory

I could search forever And never see The boundaries of Your glory; There are wonders buried in deepest space And others I miss Before my face.

You Came To Us

Solid Word, Living Lamp, Gentle Lion, Conquering Lamb, You made this world You came into. You came to us To bring us back to You.

Anybody Weary?

Contrary to the cliche, there can be rest for the weary: Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. This gift is why “the weary world rejoices” at Christmas.

Urban

convergence of consciousness axiomatic microcosm of humanity juggernaut ascending positively teeming with dreams fear, joy, loneliness, and love

October’s Rays

October’s rays are lazy; They don’t rise-and-shine, they fall. The leaves sift them like cinnamon And they rest on autumn like a shawl.

Even We Are Good

All the leaves in the canopy The Lord knows every one Every grain of sand beneath the seas And baking in the sun All the flakes on every peak He calls them all by name He warms our hearths when he speaks Each leaping fiery flame Every soul you’ve every known He knitted them withContinue reading “Even We Are Good”