While I like to write about the many things that concern and interest me (religion, natural history, politics, philosophy, etc.), I am primarily a poet and songwriter. I find it easiest to convey my ideas and epiphanies through music. Lately, I have been really considering why I do the things I do and have been delving into the many different accounts and beliefs of how we all got here.
I still chose to live within the Christian faith. Many times I have been forced to ask myself, why? Ultimately, it is because I believe in striving for something higher than myself. Love that transcends, well… everything else. I find that in the life and teachings of Jesus Christ, and they still move me in ways that few other writings can. I am fascinated by the way that these ancient ideas still live on. I appreciate the way that they influence the actions of the faith community I belong to in helping the greater community to which we consider ourselves servants. I also still find the familiar traditions of Christianity to be helpful and meaningful in my life. Have I stumbled on some unchanging ultimate Truth? I cannot be so arrogant to think so. What I can say is that, for my life, I believe I am better for it.
In thinking about all of this, I decided to write my own human mythology. One that makes more sense from where I am now. Its a song. I still don’t know if it will make it into my regular catalogue or not, but either way I want to share it. I hope I have gained some better understanding of who I am from this. I think I have.
We Were Alive, We Were Alone
We woke up in a world of life
And gazed upon the evening sky
One hundred billion lights
Heaven spirits to guide the night
With a twinkle in our eye
Deep in Eden, cradled tight
The morning-god began to rise
On the dawn of the human mind
We were alive.
Then we came down from the trees
To golden plains and crystal seas
And we spread our holy seed
As far as the eye could see
Then we let our garden grow
And we reaped what we had sown
But somewhere deep within our soul
We wanted to be known
We were alone.
Then the voices in our head
Spoke of life beyond the dead
And every word that they said
Felt like heaven’s very breath
We built alters to the sun
We searched for the chosen one
When we looked back at all we’d done
We still stood where we had begun
All the gods that we had made
Could not pull us past the grave
Still we worshipped, still we prayed
Still we were longing to be saved
We could be right, we could be wrong
While we are weak we still are strong
Searching for the place where we belong
Our salvation won’t be long
We will live on
We will live on
We will live on.
Copyright 2009 Drew Stedman