Read this poem my friend, Andrew Peterson, wrote last night.
He has an amazing gift.
Here’s the first stanza:
Music filled the room just an hour ago.
Five men, all bound by common purposes
Common needs. Thinking, expressing, a felt
Remembrance, for a time, of the heart’s leap
That led us to commune with the Maker
By making; we became younger, older,
The moment expanding to encompass
The wider, deeper world of which we sang.
You can read the rest of the poem in The Rabbit Room.