where soul meets body

this kitchen is filled
with smoke, and smells, and people
we're spilling out into the living room
we're cooking french toast in wedding gifts
we're making omelets with ungodly amounts of pepper jack

"this feels like christmas eve" she whispers in my ear
she's right. five years old and more perceptive than any adult in the room

the sights and sounds of the holidays
were alive today in the middle of july
i can't wait to spend christmas with this group
i can't wait to share in the joy of a new born king
to sing about redemption and love and peace and everything else

we said our momentary goodbyes today
quick, to the point, but the emphasis was there
in the hidden glances, in the no-handshakes, no-hugs
the power was there in the air, unspoken
distant, but at the same time, right under my nose

this is just a phase. a learning curve experience.
you'll return a different man and we all look
forward to your metamorphasis. we'll greet you back
just as we left you....as one of us.

"this feels like christmas eve"
the night before hope is born into the world
before salvation is vacated from the womb
the night before we are set free

and there's a melody...
a melody softly soaring through my atmosphere....