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And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs -
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.
• From God’s Grandeur, by Gerard Manley Hopkins
Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
• Matthew 6:28-29
I give thanks first and foremost to the source of all light, the One on whom I daily set my gaze. Then I thank all who have stood with me in the fields as we pursue the Sun together, singing at the top of our lungs. Somos nuestros musicos especiales. They include but are probably not limited to the following (and I apologize in advance for forgetting people whom I love, despite my faulty memory):
Mom, dad, Anais, Amy, Danny, Los Espinositos, Brandon; Zach & Denny (Lost Trail), Tony (Knuppel), Alex, Jessica, Topher, choir members & comrades at Occupy Raleigh; Clinton, John Mark, Tom B, Martin, Enoch, Lylekar, Matt M; Gary, Alf, Mike, Jose T, Matt F, William & Caroline, Elam, Jose D, Linnea, Joanlie, Kevin, and the rest of the TGC Heights crew; Ben, Vern, Mando, DJB, MAW, Jen, Diane, and the rest of the Word Up crew; Jorge, Jonny Atlas, Sam, Ricky, Skip, Sophia; Janet, Madeline, Cindy, Paris, Annie, Garry, Jose I; everyone who’s booked a show, put me up, given me a lift, or otherwise helped me out while on the road; Jacob, Eric, Diana, Emily W, Whitney, Philip, Betsy, Kristen, Sarah, and the whole flock of wild geese; Victoria, Stefan, Becky, Milo, Lawrence, Chris, Matt & Christina, and all the other comrades who occupied Wall Street, Washington Heights, Chattanooga, Athens GA, Jacksonville, Chicago, across the country and across the world with me last year. We press on.
Finally, I dedicate this album to my abuela Angela, who demonstrated how to stand as a humble sunflower; we trust that she now knows ever unclouded grace.