The Sound of Music

I'm peeking my nose out of the tent.  I'm looking around at the wasteland around me. Observing the debris from the storms.   It's not over yet, but there's a break in the winds.

I don't want to come too far out, having tried that before and was thrown mighty hard.  I know that when I do come out, I'll be vastly different from when I went in.

But, since no one is watching, I put on some background music.  Something that speaks to me. Something that gives instead of takes.  Something that sustains me.

It's been a long time since I heard music in this place.

I wrap my faith around me like a blanket to keep warm.  I'm fed from my beliefs.  And the soundtrack to my life is gospel.