Friday, March 11, 2011
Elvis smiled and threw open the garden gate welcoming me home. It was bigger and less golden than I had imagined but I felt right at home just the same.
I found some of my friends in a courtyard filled to overflowing with light and music and we danced…danced to Motown 45’s and Bach sonatas, danced to the blues and the Beatles, danced to Joni and Bruce, Billie and Coltrane.
I found my smile in a small bright corner of a warm dark hall and I put it in my pocket for safekeeping.
I found my love drinking wine and nodding next to a blazing fire in the great room while Miles played melodies for songs he thought he was never going to write. Miles slipped into a shadow and my love and I made love on the floor by the fireplace while the music from the courtyard swept in and carried us away.
I found myself, saved by time, un-moored from the harbor, redeemed by faith. And it was all bigger and less golden than I had imagined…but it was okay…I was at home just the same. I was home…just the same…at long last.