beloved

awake north wind & come // & let no slumber bind // your presence to us now // with haste we bid you come //

and save these wayward sons //

awaken holy one // for yet this vessel sinks // & all you do is sleep // though torrents rage our souls //
unlock these ancient scrolls //

awaken holy one // and save these wayward sons //

{ the hunts }

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Can we talk about how lovely it is when musicians create using a piece of scripture that has not yet been put to music or “discussed” lyrically? This is seriously refreshing.

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you are young.

“You are young. So you know everything. You leap into the boat and begin rowing. But, listen to me… Lift the oars from the water, let your arms rest, and your heart, and listen to me. There is life without love. When you hear, a mile away and still out of sight, the churn of the water as it begins to swirl and roil, fretting around the sharp rocks — when you hear that unmistakable pounding — when you feel the mist in your mouth… and sense ahead the long falls plunging and steaming — then row, row for your life toward it.”

{Mary Oliver, from West Wind}

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be ignited, or be gone.

“Meditation is old and honorable, so why should I
not sit, every morning of my life, on the hillside,
looking into the shining world? Because, properly
attended to, delight, as well as havoc, is suggestion.
Can one be passionate about the just, the
ideal, the sublime, and the holy, and yet commit
to no labor in its cause? I don’t think so.

All summations have a beginning, all effect has a
story, all kindness begins with the sown seed.
Thought buds toward radiance. The gospel of
light is the crossroads of— indolence, or action.

Be ignited, or be gone.

{Mary Oliver} …killin it.

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