James will always have a place in this world. He lived it, breathed it and shone it back at us through his songs, his warmth and his passion. If you were fortunate enough to see him perform, talk to him and hear his music you could not help but be moved by his personality. He brought intelligence, emotion and skill to bear with great panache.
This song is typical of the greatness of his last album, his legacy to the world. It is full of that determination to wring every last drop of love and adoration out of every second. You can feel his emotion.
We’re all on that journey and we know it will have that same inevitability. What James leaves me with is a determination to appreciate the sheer joy of living and wonder of being alive in this amazing universe on this incredible planet.
We should all set sail with determination to follow our dreams and live our life to the full no matter how long or short it may prove to be. It is in the living of the moments that it has its meaning and fulfilment. We should do our best to help each other on that journey so that they too can find their worth. It is only by chance we are here and our time is short. It is precious.
James inspired me.
That’s what great artists do. And James was great.
Let My Place
Life is a journey
To a place
In the bright morning
Destinations seem many
But as the tea is served
And the moon starts to rise
We can see where the road is heading
Still there may be time to take a turn
So let my place be a broad leafed wood in springtime
With many paths that run deep to its heart
And let my place be a house on an eastern shore
Whose doors are open wide
Let my place be a garden, an orchard to provide
Life is a journey
On a slowly rising tide
Wave on wave
Islands slip from view
But if the sail is set
And the wind should rise
There’s a chance to cross your ocean
There’s a chance to find your shore
And let my place be a sound, the colour of a church
With windows lit in deep blue light, flooding sky and earth
And let my place be a rhythm, supple and assured
On which a melody can build and rise and words can find their worth
Let my place be a chord, that echoes through the years
Let my place be an affirmation, a handshake, a “Yes!”
Let my place
And if I cannot see
Reveal this place to me
© James Varda 2014