nostalgia

Listening to this song, I am taken back to childhood and something nostalgic stirs up. Though my roots lie not in Michigan, I feel every word and note that presents itself. Up late with a cup of coffee, my thoughts escape me as I wander back...a time of simplicity and innocence. Swings, clovers and honeysuckle, icecream cones and cartoons, hide 'n seek and tree houses. ... With influences of Copland and Bernstein, I venture through days of band as well...the musty smell of the band hall, the hours of practice, the sweat and tears, the accomplishments and applause, the teamwork and unity. ...I continue to be dumbfounded and quite amazed by the stirring a song can have on a man. The instrumentation creates "wistful desires to return home." This life brings new adventures every day, new seasons, and new memories--a tapestry forming ever so intricately by the Maker's hands. Take some time, if not today, to thank Him for the path He weaves for you. Every thread's being strung together with great care.


Hem
"Half Acre"
(Dan Messe)

I am holding half an acre
Torn from the map of Michigan
And folded in this scrap of paper
Is the land I grew in

Think of every town you've lived in
Every room you lay your head
And what is it that you remember

Do you carry every sadness with you
Every hour your heart was broken
Every night the fear and darkness
Lay down with you

A man is walking on the highway
A woman stares out at the sea
And light is only now just breaking

So we carry every sadness with us
Every hour our hearts were broken
Every night the fear and darkness
Lay down with us

But I am holding half an acre
Torn from the map of Michigan
I am carrying this scrap of paper

That can crack the darkest sky wide open
Every burden taken from me
Every night my heart unfolding
My home