ZOROBABEL~ POPPIES

Good day to you my friends!!

As I write to you this morning the clouds are forming into grey skies, yet so beautiful are the frost covered trees that stand out to display their white outlines. Beauty in the grey!

When I wrote POPPIES I wrote it in a little differnently, more folky . One day I would like to re-record this song in it’s orginal version. The lyrics are so appropriate for these times. Nevertheless, to record this song, I took my small amount of cash and headed down to Vancouver, to a home studio, where I took a weekend to record Poppies. My muffler was falling off of my car and actually for 3 hours I was dragging it on the back with sparks flying everywhere! Talk about stress. It was super early in the morning, pitch black, when I was travelling and nothing was open. I pulled up to a gas station really troubled. I asked around and someone took pitty on me. He was getting a coffee and heading over to a building across the street to get to work early. I followed him over there, and he said to wait here, but I walked into the building with him and with surprise on the other fellows face who were already there, I explained my delimma. They were strangers, but when you need a hand, God makes a way. They took pity on me, hauled my vehichle in and charged me so little that it was a gift. I thanked them over and over and as the sun started to come up that morning, I made my way to the busy highways of Vancouver.

“What will you eat my dear friend? What will you wear, once again, and How do you feel…are you well,…are so well..

Look at the birds flying there, Poppies that bloom oh so fare

And let’s catch that boat ….sailing free….

If we only believe.”

These are some of the lyrics to Poppies which is of course on Zorobabel.

As the waves of the sea, can reach great heights, change landscapes, so too, can we understand the value of our thoughts, our belief systems.

The power of faith~ the power to believe….

As we move into the Merry Season, perhaps one looks up to see the snow falling softly, or

perhaps one sees only warm sunny skies, but mostly a ship that sails on the words that will always remain.