Lyrics by Bobby Winter
Bobby Winter: a humble warrior helping street people, punk rockers, prostitutes; he walked with a limp and a transcendent smile, nuanced by a look of mischief. Bobby sang that song with another fellow, in the great room of a prolific mentor – – – David Hayes. Now, that was over 25 years ago, you must understand: a big room filled with good people and festivity; excellent food; guitar players; stories; singing. Bobby has gone on, since then, beyond these earthly seasons. David is still with us.
…… song, words, poetry; through sunrise, sunset, illuminating what needs to illuminated. Fireball, east, bringing in morning; fireball west, calling in dusk, night, stars, full moon.
Light piercing, disrupting, night. A campfire’s sparks fly up and, if you watch them, blend in with the night sky. Day ended with night, sitting close to hearth and fire, the focus point for family. If only we had those stories that were told, then, in front of the fireplace. At some point, TV replaced fireplace as the focus point for family to gather. We are drawn to light … a psychological warmth. Community has changed in context through generations.
Laptops brought a different light, and families do not gather around that light; for they are more of a solitary thing. Good light does not die, redemptive light, hope light. Light speaks life through our words; light disrupts the darkness through our prayers; light brings real hope through acts of service. Light in our eyes connects with those who need to see the light, through the haze. There is even light in the Dark Night of the Soul (Written by St. John of the Cross).Gerald May wrote: “There are gifts from the dark night, but they come in the morning.” The honorable man, the honorable woman … they release the light, and others are better off for it.
“The Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not comprehend it.” John 1:5