Fast forward many decades later, and I am walking in the early morning again, trying to sing into a recording device umpteen songs that came to me in the night. Over and over, I have been moved, become undone and excited at the exhilarating and beautiful songs and visions I have been seeing. Then through much embarrassment, sitting with musicians to try and convey awkwardly what I heard and saw. They were very patient doing ‘hot and cold’ attempts at the melodies until they played what I heard.
Another decade passes, and I am awakened again in the early morning with rhyming verses flowing through my being. Overwhelming, insistent and beautiful words that seem alive, having a depth and power of their own. I had to get up and write them all down.
I remember driving to work later that morning and telling God that He had picked the wrong person to download the poems to as I was neither a poet nor a musician. But the poems kept coming. They were stirring me, calling to me, speaking deeply to the core of my being. Goading me to do what I could to share the power, wonder and joy the words and the rhymes carried.