Walking Refuge
"Sing to Yahweh in thanksgiving, play the harp for our God . . .
he maintains the peace of your frontiers, gives you your fill of finest wheat." (Psalm 147:7,14)
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We sleep in shell holes and wake under a smoking sun. My people do not build houses. We do not plant. Only the seed of our dead. The earth moves too quickly and there are dragons. Sometimes we remember the holy mountain. We think of the high tower and the music of peace. But now we must think of the people on this moving earth full of dragons. Some dragons are like funnel clouds. They crush and scatter without thought. They kill by coincidence. Others wait like cats. They poison the air. They smother night fires. They eat hearts. We formed the war hedge because of the dragons. We became a people and we found safety. We sing within our shield wall. We are like high towers. We have been given a walking refuge. We remind our children of the holy mountain and they are filled as with wheat. Tom Silva
Walking Refuge's first CD is currently in production. Check back for downloads.
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Walking Refuge is Tom Silva Lauren Gregory Bill Silva Eugene Mafi Drew Marcos |
