a poem for me
Just finished Palm Sunday. I think it came off pretty successfully - music was made, stories were told, people cried, I was moved. I had a lot of help - my friend David, who is a professional actor, played Christ and my friend Abby, who's an illustrator, did some gorgeous ink drawings for projection. I had my garage rocking guitar friend Steve come and do his thing, and I also brought in my oud-playing Moroccan friend Yoel and my dumbek-playing Egyptian friend Rami. All in all, about 85% of the creative team behind this service got involved simply because they are personal friends of mine. Sometimes I think that my success at what I do has less to do with any musical/theological merit on my part and more to do with the size and scope of my little black book. And you know what? I'm ok with that.
My awesome friend Bowie Snodgrass wrote a poem for me and sent it to me this morning. There's something really rare and precious about getting a poem, or any creative effort, from someone whom you respect a great deal. It made my day, so I thought I'd share:
For Isaac on Palm Sunday 2005
you get
something
about God
through music
you arrange
and in service
you make settings
create texture
bring bands together
you let the music lead
you breathe the word alive
and bring mystery to ritual
and we get
something
from it too
My awesome friend Bowie Snodgrass wrote a poem for me and sent it to me this morning. There's something really rare and precious about getting a poem, or any creative effort, from someone whom you respect a great deal. It made my day, so I thought I'd share:
For Isaac on Palm Sunday 2005
you get
something
about God
through music
you arrange
and in service
you make settings
create texture
bring bands together
you let the music lead
you breathe the word alive
and bring mystery to ritual
and we get
something
from it too