The One I Share With Bebo...

Today was my first ride to what I officially call the beginning of my biking season. The days are longer, and I'll witness many mysterious, colorful, and beautiful sunsets. The placidity of the lake will pierce its tranquil reflection into my unsettled heart.

I was reminded of the peace and growth that overwhelmed me around this time last year. Today, as I met God at the lake, my MP3 player shuffled to a Bebo song. It was the perfect song - probably one of my favorites from him. It always reminds me of Tony and Dad. As I gazed out at the falling sunset, birds soared through the cool and crisp air in a carefree manner. The whispering pines swayed about as if they were dancing with one another. I hadn't felt this peace in a while.

I just stood there reminiscing about my childhood days until Bebo's beautiful and lyrically told story was finished. I was perfectly happy, and my heart pounded so calmly and rhythmically that I felt time had stopped. God had given me a canvas to paint all of my thoughts on. Those five minutes will never come back, but I was glad I had it to think about my loving brother and dad. A sweet reunion with the three of us will come again soon. Somewhere past the quiet...

Thank you, Bebo.

~KH

Somewhere Past the Quiet

by Bebo Norman

I saw you in your morning
because our room was just the same
through imaginary walls of masking tape.
And somewhere past the quiet
I think I heard you growing up
and I don't think I'll ever be the same.

And Dad was there beside us,
and he would sing us into dreams of good
old Blue and Seno Roads to die on.
And river days of heat and haze
we'd run until the sun would fade
and then he'd carry us up to our beds at
night.

And now we see this
different angle
it's a second glance at life
in a world where fathers leave
their boys
for the finer things.
And I can still remember laughing
so hard it hurts my heart
to think that we were just the
lucky few,
and all along,
well I never even knew.

The light of day upon us
but now the scenery had changed,
the Coventry was gone for new horizons.
Just bigger boys with bigger toys
and separate rooms to stop the noise
because we were still too young to know the
finest Call.

But the holidays and candles
brought the aging of our youth
burning all
the innocence, disguising all
the truth.
But our sunburned skin kept
the taste of the salt
to fire the feelings we'd always fought
and we found a new Companion just for
the fall.

And now we see this

different angle

it's a second glance at life

in a world where fathers leave

their boys

for the finer things.

And I can still remember laughing

so hard it hurts my heart

to think that we were just the

lucky few,

and all along,

well I never even knew.

The season brought us back again
just the three of us alone.
And if you ever see my heart fall again
please pick it up and bring it home.

I saw you in your morning
because our room was just the same
through imaginary walls of masking tape.
And somewhere past the quiet
I think I heard you growing up and I,
well I don't think I'll ever be the same.