I'm on a composition bender these days, and the words are coming from some pretty deep places (don't they always...). Here's your latest psychic snoop:
Out Of Eden
Living out these consequences
Of the things that I did wrong
Out of Eden, hope still holds me
Another garden keeps me strong
I believe in wild salvation
I believe in ancient dreams
Destiny's on my horizon
And I still know what grace means
Woo, let's take a breath after that one. Yes, I'm all for songs in the "cheesy party classic" category. But occasionally, my soul says "let's go swimming in the deep end." Maybe you can relate to these words, maybe you can't--although that would basically mean you're perfect or at least have a very short memory.
Last night Karen and I went to a discussion about the upcoming Des Moines Civic Center stage production of "The Color Purple", which is much more based on the novel than the movie was. We discussed evolution of the spirit, triumph over horrific abuse, Celie's personal renaissance, "stepping into creation" as she says in the story, into a land full of wild salvation and grace.
I'm going to see the show next week. But more importantly, I'm going to live in what it and the little song up above both represent, vast expanses of wild salvation and grace. It's not too late for a personal renaissance, for me or for you.
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