Lanterns.

It's Friday night.  

The Rock Your Blues Away Cafe has a new member behind the bar. Casey, a good friend of mine, lounges near the counter reading commentary on a book series he enjoys.  His girlfriend Melodie and our mutual friend Jared kick it on the couches around the corner.  Sinatra croons in the background.  New lanterns in the window invite those passing by in for a fresh cup of coffee. The lights are low, the music's good and the company is exceptional.

This evening has been a perfect cap to a long week.

* * * * * 

Paper skin draped over these bones
Weak and worn, and not my home
My soul is longing to be re-clothed

and

You awake the heart within
I've clung too long to what has been
Wondering if this borrowed body will ever give up its sin

but

New bodies wait, each formed by Your hand
Frames made stronger than these of dirt and sand
Your promise fulfilled in the end

This dying body will be
Swallowed up by life.

af sept 2009 - 2 Cor. 5:1-4