it was a short note
    an old friend wrote
    all he said was
    he was “vinlying”
    John Denver records
    that’s all, yet
    the mere mention
    of the melodies
    sent me “memorying”
    across layers of time
    to long ago nights
    when we played
    and sang and talked
    of poems, prayers
    and promises
    and things that
    we believed in
    I still know the chords
    and the words
    and the feelings
    they have aged
    right along with me,
    as have the friends,
    and I’m grateful
    for them all


    (Thanks, Davy)


    1. I’m sooooo nostalgic these days myself. I wonder what’s in the air? Perhaps when we’re on the brink of dramatic change, emotional touchstones keep us grounded in faith. Seeing where we’ve come and how well we’ve been kept safe is reassuring-personally & intimately–in ways that no one else’s reassurances can supply. I think we share that in common with our Old Testament era ancestors.

    2. I’m a TX boy turned Presbyterian minister who resonates with lots of your stories. The John Denver reference takes me back to climbing on a friends roof at night in the summers and listening to John Denver as we watched the stars and reflected on God and the world. Thanks for the reminder.


    Leave a Reply