Sometimes a song is a weapon, even if you can’t sing very well. So if you need to, sing, and don’t worry about how it sounds. 🙂
The rain that rakes the ocean span
The sun that breaks and warms the land
The bows that bound from cliff to cliff
The grass that greens the stone and sand
The bells that ring in the tower clock
The swallows that sing to the swooping flock
And circle the mast of the sailing skiff
All hallow the Maker of Castle Rock
When the waves march in and beat the brow
Of the headland stones I remember how
In the summer we stood on the windy dune
As the daylight broke and we made the vow
To return to Castle Rock someday
No matter how far was our home away
We would go there together and sing a tune
To sound of the bells in the light of the moon
For the praise of the Maker who gave us the boon
Of the summer we spent on the northern bay
—From chapter 70, “The Crags at Castle Rock.”
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This is the last weekend of Andrew’s release tour for The Burning Edge of Dawn. He’s got two shows in Indiana and one in Tennessee. If he’ll be near you, go see him! And if you miss him, don’t worry; Behold the Lamb of God starts up on December 2. 🙂
I’m really late, but I’m going to catch up. This is the excerpt I picked for this section of the book. It comes from chapter 65. I find it especially meaningful because of conflicts I’ve had with other people that I’m pretty sure were at least partly my fault. I want to be consistent like Janner, to value my relationships and work through whatever issues come up. I’m also thankful that other people have been like Janner when I was the one hurting them.
“I thought I lost you,” Janner said as they climbed.
“I thought I lost me, too,” Kalmar said, “until you said your name. It brought me back. I attacked you, didn’t I?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I forgive you,” Janner said. “And I forgive you for the next time too, and the time after that.”
They stopped to rest at the top of the stair. “But what if I really hurt you?” Kalmar…stared at his hands. “Or worse?”
“You’re my brother. I forgive you.”