A taste of things to come

I am working on a post reflecting on my most recent time in Hawaii, which ended just a few hours ago. I am now in DFW waiting to board a flight to STL.

As always, my time in the Land of Aloha was spiritually fruitful and refreshing. Now if I can only prepare myself to return to winter; I can already feel the cold settling into my bones, and I have yet to encounter the snow. Obedience has brought me back again.

At any rate, here is a small taste of things to come:

The lyrics:

Let me go where I will,
I hear a sky born music still
It sounds from all things old,
It sounds from all things young

From all that’s fair, from all that’s dark,
Peals out an everlasting song

Not only in the rose,
It is not only in the bird
Not only rainbow glows,
Nor in it’s music heard

But in the dark and cold of things,
There always, always something sings

‘ Tis not in stars alone,
Nor in the bloom of spring born flowers
Nor in the robin’s song,
Nor in the glint of showers

But in the dark and cold of things,
There always, always something sings