Wednesday, August 10th 2016
On the occasion of camping with my kids sans Daddy -with Daddy to join us tomorrow and everything going swimmingly but for daughter lamenting lack of said Daddy come singing this song come bed time- here are the lyrics.
(And given both our circumstances, station on Earth and Heavenly privilege of serenading children to sleep in homemade sleep sacs; in open tent, surrounded by ocean breeze, on city island, accompanied by the rhythm of lapping waves AND humming crickets… may I posit the substitute of “the ocean” for the term “Jesus” in our humble, secular, grateful, finite and eternal incarnation of this iteration of experience. It just makes more sense. Pardon.)
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home,
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
I looked over Jordan, and what did I see
Coming for to carry me home?
A band of angels coming after me,
Coming for to carry me home.
Sometimes I’m up, and sometimes I’m down,
(Coming for to carry me home)
But still my soul feels heavenly bound.
(Coming for to carry me home)
The brightest day that I can say,
(Coming for to carry me home)
When *Jesus washed my sins away.
(Coming for to carry me home)
If I get there before you do,
(Coming for to carry me home)
I’ll cut a hole and pull you through.
(Coming for to carry me home)
If you get there before I do,
(Coming for to carry me home)
Tell all my friends I’m coming too.
(Coming for to carry me home)
Swing low, sweet chariot
Coming for to carry me home,
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
But that I could record it in these surroundings. We’ll see.
circuskitchen 
Any sign of the Perseid meteor shower?