Are you reading The Rabbit Room yet? No? Then get on over there. Today I read a drop-dead gorgeous essay by singer/songwriter Eric Peters. Here's a bit:
"Easter is breathing in the east.
After downing victuals of mildly grease-soaked Mississippi country sausage bathed in Creole mustard aboard a two-week old onion roll, the remainder of a sweet tea from today’s lunch, and a pair of chocolate peanut butter eggs, I can feel my mind slowing to a stock standstill, eager for the pillow. College basketball is hovering on the muted television, today’s newspaper – a less than stellar daily – is scattered across the couch ad hoc to my right, my son is fast asleep in his cradle, and the family cat, Gurdy, as obese as a pumpkin, flopped down from the foot-high perch on the rocker she’s been curled up in for the better part of the evening. ...."
Read the rest of "Murmuring Gethsemane" right here. And click this link to read all of Eric Peters' Rabbit Room posts. I think he should join his friend Andrew Peterson in adding books to his musical repertoire, don't you?