Perceptions from a Pewboy

Have you ever felt particularly scattered and diffused in your pilgrimage? I’m having one of those weeks. Or months. Or years!

In my diffusion, I have found myself hearkening back to a song that I once wrote entitled “The Place Beneath.” Originally written as a love song for my wife, the song has become something broader than that. It has become, for my heart, a reference to the Holy Spirit’s capacity to regather and rejoin the scattered pieces of our lives and relocate us to that redemptive and holistic place that exists beneath the surface level of our scattered living.

Here art the lyrics at the heart of that song:

There’s a place beneath the nuance of our daily conversation
It’s a place that undergirds the words of our communication
It’s the place where all facades are cast aside without a fear
And never is a soul more known than when encountered here

It’s the place beneath the niceness of our everyday politeness
And the place where humble hearts do join in genuine contriteness
It is there God does anoint the weary soul with healing grace
And brings the rhythms of our life into a reverent pace

If you start to feel less real amidst the chaos and the clatter
Hold me in your arms a while and we’ll remember things that matter
If you start to sense confusion where discernment used to be
Our embrace leads to the place beneath where things are plain to see

To the place beneath, the place beneath
You and I will share something lovely there
In the place that lies beneath

If you are at all scattered or hyperactively diffused these days, I am offering a prayer for you even as I type these words. My prayer is that you will find your way to that “place beneath” to which the Holy Spirit is always eager to lead us. Beyond that, my prayer is that you will experience there the refreshment, the rejuvenation, and the redemptive silence that are often difficult to find in the “place above.”

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