Books by Dale Harris

Books by Dale Harris
The Lives of the Saints and Other Poems

A Feast of Epiphanies

Though I Walk, A Novel

Daytime Moons and Other Celestial Anomalies, a book of poems

A Theory of Everything (Vol 1)

A Theory of Everything (Vol 2)

The Song Became a Child

The Song Became a Child
A collection of Christmas songs I wrote and recorded during the early days of the pandemic lockdown in the spring of 2020. Click the image to listen.

There's a Trick of the Light I'm Learning to Do

This is a collection of songs I wrote and recorded in January - March, 2020 while on sabbatical from ministry. They each deal with a different aspect or expression of the Gospel. Click on the image above to listen.

Three Hands Clapping

This is my latest recording project (released May 27, 2019). It is a double album of 22 songs, which very roughly track the story of my life... a sort of musical autobiography, so to speak. Click the album image to listen.

Ghost Notes

Ghost Notes
A collections of original songs I wrote in 2015, and recorded with the FreeWay Musical Collective. Click the album image to listen.

inversions

Recorded in 2014, these songs are sort of a chronicle of my journey through a pastoral burn-out last winter. They deal with themes of mental-health, spiritual burn-out and depression, but also with the inexorable presence of God in the midst of darkness. Click the album art to download.

bridges

bridges
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"Bridges" is a collection of original songs I wrote in the summer of 2011, during a soul-searching trip I took out to Alberta; a sort of long twilight in the dark night of the soul. I share it here in hopes these musical reflections on my own spiritual journey might be an encouragement to others: the sun does rise, blood-red but beautiful.

Random Reads

The Start is Near, a song



I hear rumors of war
And the moon has turned to blood
And the water's running red
With bitter worm wood

I feel hearts are growing cold
I see stars fall from the sky
Little children bought and sold
With moma's tears in their eyes

But child, don't fear, the start is near
Try to believe the start is near
Hold on to your hope, and don't you let go
O can't you see that the start is near
Cause if the horizon's burning
That's just the coming of the dawn

And turning how it turns
In the widening of the gyre
They say the falcon cannot hear
The voice of the falconer

And the centre cannot hold
And things fall apart
When the worst have grown so bold
And the best have lost all heart

But child, don't fear, the start is near
Try to believe the start is near
Hold on to your hope, and don't you let go
O can't you see that the start is near
Cause if the horizon's burning
That's just the coming of the dawn

So find some God-forsaken corner of this world
And you'll find him there
Apply some pressure to the bleeding
And just wait, for the start is near

But child, don't fear, the start is near
Try to believe the start is near
Hold on to your hope, and don't you let go
O can't you see that the start is near
Cause if the horizon's burning
That's just the coming of the dawn


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