It’s a John Denver song that I’ve loved for a very long time.  It was written by John and Joe Henry.  I bet I’ve listened to it one hundred times … and I’ve sung it to people once.  In eight days, I’ll sing it at an open mic session in Gent.

Many of the words and phrases keep deepening in me.  Perhaps that will continue for the rest of my life.  So what chance does next week’s audience have to absorb the messages into their hearts?  I don’t know.  At least I will plant a seed.

And right now, when I give you a taste of the lyrics, will you feel a twinge of recognition, an unexplainable awe … or will it just be another song?  I don’t know again.

I could try to explain John and Joe’s words, but that’s silly.  It would be how they’ve landed in me.  Your listening may be far away from mine.

So here goes, with what I enjoy most in The Wings That Fly Us Home:

Is a jewel just a pebble that found a way to shine?
Is a hero’s blood more righteous than a hobo’s sip of wine?

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I dreamed you were a prophet in a meadow
I dreamed I was a mountain in the wind

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The vision of your goodness will sustain me through the cold
Take my hand now to remember when you find yourself alone
You’re never alone

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And the spirit fills the darkness of the heavens
It fills the endless yearning of the soul
It lives within a star too far to dream of
It lives within each part and is the whole
It’s the fire and the wings that fly us home

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Let’s go there together … home