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unLOVED

Here is to “hoping that the kindness will lead us past the blindness.”

I love the descriptions.

There will be no consolation prize
this time the bone is broken clean
no baptism, no reprise and no sweet taste
of victory.
All the stars have fallen from the sky
and everything else in between
satellites have closed their eyes, the moon
has gone to sleep unloved….unloved….unloved….unloved

Here I am inside a hotel choking on a
million words I’ve said
cigarettes have burned a hole and dreams are
drunk and penniless
here I am inside my fathers arms
all jagged-bone and whiskey-dry
whisper to me sweetly now and tell me I will
never die unloved….unloved….unloved….unloved

Here I am an empty hallway
broken window, rainy night
I am nineteen sixty-two and I am ready
for a fight people crying hallelujah
while the bullet leaves the gun
people falling, falling, falling and I don’t know
where they’re falling from
are they unloved….unloved….unloved….unloved

Hoping that the kindness will lead us
past the blindness and
not another living soul will ever have to feel
unloved….unloved….unloved….unloved
unloved….unloved

So Many Mountains Before Us

Having Psalm 90 on my mind for the past two weeks, this song caught my attention. There is a line in it that goes “Where is the wisdom to bring back the vision we’ve lost?” Ps 90:11-12 asks the same thing and finds the answer in counting our days. Here are the lyrics I found and the song.

I was walking alone through the loft

San Juans

With a heart full of light

And a head full of songs

I was thinking of time

And how much it will cost

To recapture the souls

That we surely have lost.

In the cities and towns

There are millions who dream

But the traffic’s so loud

That you can’t hear them scream

There’s a heaven on earth

That so few ever find

Though the map’s in your soul

And the road’s in your mind.

So many mountains before us

So many rivers to cross

Where is the wisdom to bring

Back the vision we’ve lost?

Can we gaze with the wonder of children

Into the deafening night

Has it gotten so dark

That you cannot remember the light?

When you sleep on the ground

With the stars in your face

You can feel the full length

Of the beauty and grace.

In the wild places man

Is an unwelcome guest

But it’s here than I’m found

And it’s here I feel blessed.

The Wild Places – Dan Fogelberg

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To The Morning

Poetry and song when words are not enough.  I just spent some time in the Psalms and now my cup overflows.

Watching the sun
Watching it come
Watching it come up
Over the rooftops

Cloudy and warm
Maybe a storm
You can never quite tell
From the morning

And it’s going to be a day
There is really no way to say
No to the morning

Yes it’s going to be a day
There is really nothing left to say
But come on morning

Waiting for mail
Maybe a tail
From an old friend
Or even a lover

Sometimes there’s none
But we have fun
Thinking of all who might
Have written

And it’s going to be a day
There is really no way to say
No to the morning

Yes it’s going to be a day
There is really nothing left to say

And maybe there are seasons
And maybe they change
And maybe to love is not so strange

The sounds of the day
They hurry away
Now they are gone until tomorrow

When day will break
And you will wake
And you will rake your hands
Across your eyes
And realize

That it’s going to be a day
There is really no way to say no
To the morning

Yes it’s going to be a day
There is really nothing left to say but
Come on morning

This song was from 1986 and shows this world doesn’t fit right in the heart of man.

I love these lines
There’s a shadow on the faces…
…There are children at the cannons..

I’ve been waiting for something to happen
For a week or a month or a year
With the blood in the ink of the headlines
And the sound of the crowd in my ear
You might ask what it takes to remember
When you know that you’ve seen it before
Where a government lies to a people
And a country is drifting to war
And there’s a shadow on the faces
Of the men who send the guns
To the wars that are fought in places
Where their business interest runs
On the radio talk shows and the T.V.
You hear one thing again and again
How the U.S.A. stands for freedom
And we come to the aid of a friend
But who are the ones that we call our friends–
These governments killing their own?
Or the people who finally can’t take any more
And they pick up a gun or a brick or a stone
There are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire
There’s a shadow on the faces
Of the men who fan the flames
Of the wars that are fought in places
Where we can’t even say the names
They sell us the President the same way
They sell us our clothes and our cars
They sell us every thing from youth to religion
The same time they sell us our wars
I want to know who the men in the shadows are
I want to hear somebody asking them why
They can be counted on to tell us who our enemies are
But they’re never the ones to fight or to die
And there are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire