Josh Ritter: Thin Blue Flame
“I woke beneath a clear blue sky. The sun: a shout, the breeze: a sigh. The old hometown and streets I knew were wrapped up in a royal blue. I heard my friends laughing out across the fields… The girls in the gloaming and the birds on the wheel. The raw smell of horses and the warm smell of hay; cicadas electric in the heat of the day.” – Josh Ritter
“O Lord our God, under the shadow of thy wings let us Hope — defend us and support us. Thou wilt bear us up when we are little and even down to our gray hairs thou wilt carry us. For our stability, when it is in thee, is stability indeed; but when it is in ourselves, then it is all unstable. Our good lives forever with thee, and when we turn from thee with aversion, we fall into our own perversion. Let us now, O Lord, return that we be not overturned, because with thee our good lives without blemish — for our good is thee thyself. And we need not fear that we shall find no place to return to because we fell away from it. For, in our absence, our home — which is thy eternity — does not fall away.” -Saint Augustine
