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A Certain Kind of Light
05:01
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I was out walking
In the low humming breath of evening
In the twilighting softly grieving,
When a light caught my sight, my breathing,
A splendor beyond words or conceiving.
It was a certain kind of light;
It was a one-time glory,
A closeness for a while;
Depth of color, brilliant lines, molten textured
Clouds with gradient colored hues,
Golden at the top, descending into blue.
I thought of you, my friend.
How we grew well, we shared our growing;
We dreamt well, we grew without knowing,
Unaware that there’d be no slowing
The coming of the day of your going.
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And we’ve drawn apart,
O brother;
And further we grow,
And further we grow.
Steady goes the sunlight,
And steady comes
A new time.
And I’m singing farewell
To a certain kind of light,
To a one-time glory,
To a closeness for a while.
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Little Whirlpools
04:06
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Green river wild, winding down through its narrow gorge,
Wordless, no words can bear its pureness or prayerful roar.
Rare is there one to hear its gentle and dreadful sound;
The wakes of my paddle are the sole tracks of man around,
And they vanish away,
Away.
And I cast little whirlpools,
Growing and swerving down under,
As lopsided tops, swirling, curling,
Twisting out of time,
And I ride on down.
My flesh dwells in the current, its glory promptly swept;
I wish to linger and to keep, but I am inept.
I know no distance vast as between the Lord and I;
He inhabits eternity, I inhabit time.
Holy is the Lord God,
Holy.
And I cast little whirlpools,
Growing and swerving down under,
As lopsided tops, swirling, curling,
Twisting out of time,
And I ride on down.
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Treasured
02:48
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Little baby,
Loved more than any heart could carry,
While yet to take a breath.
Little darling,
Beautiful like blue dawn light shining,
Surrounded, treasured.
Eyes closed for good,
A weight more than any heart could carry,
How now to take a breath?
On this bleached, cold night,
There’s one thing left that we have to hope:
Take him carefully
To your breast, O Lord.
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May it be known and remembered
That the Lord never forgets His own.
I have been young, and have grown old,
Yet I’ve never seen the righteous forsaken.
Each gloried day, by its gloaming,
Marks its leaving, its time filled and gone.
As the dusk fades, let us still wait;
As we leave, let us lie down and rise in faith.
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I’m quiet in cloudy waiting,
Assured of little but weaknesses
Of faith and seeing;
And I’m wanting only to be filled
In this day.
And I know you’re coming soon,
But would you show me where you are right now?
(in cloudy waiting)
I’m craving the clouds of your returning,
Assured of little but a strength
Beyond faith and seeing;
But I’m wanting only to be filled,
I’m wanting only to be stilled
In this day.
I know you’re coming soon,
But would you show me where you are right now?
(in cloudy waiting)
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I’m hopeful for the fruits of faithfulness,
But they are slow in their growing,
And I’m quick to accuse
When heavy silence comes.
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Jacob Goins Brasstown, North Carolina
Jacob Goins is a poet who dresses his words in delicate melody, carefully designed. Born and raised in the Appalachians,
Jacob fashions folk music that shares the gentleness, the rise and fall, and the golden peacefulness of the North Carolina mountains.
In every humble effort, he strives to make art that doesn’t sing over the quiet, but rather sings with it.
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