The Red River Shore: When He returns

Sunday, April 08, 2007

When He returns

And he departed from our sight that we might return to our heart, and there find Him.
For He departed, and behold, He is here.

~St. Augustine

Easter
Written by - Patti Smith & Jay Dee Daugherty

Easter Sunday
We were walking
Easter Sunday
We were talking
Isabel, my little one
Take my hand
Time has come

Isabella, all is glowing
Isabella, all is knowing
And my heart, Isabella
And my head, Isabella

Frederick and Vitalie
Savior dwells inside of thee
Oh, the path leads to the sun
Brother, sister
Time has come

Isabella, all is glowing
Isabella, all is knowing
Isabella, we are dying
Isabella, we are rising

I am the spring
The holy ground
The endless seed of mystery
The thorn, the veil
The face of grace
The brazen image
The thief of sleep
The ambassador of dreams
The prince of peace
I am the sword
The wound, the stain
Scorned transfigured child of Cain
I rend, I end
I return
Again I am the salt
The bitter laugh
I am the gas in a womb of light
The evening star
The ball of sight that leads
That sheds the tears of Christ
Dying and drying as I rise tonight

Isabella, we are rising
Isabella, we are rising...

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The Love Song

Though the love song comes in many guises – songs of exultation and praise, songs of rage and of despair, erotic songs, songs of abandonment and loss – they all address God, for it is the haunted premises of longing that the true love song inhabits. It is a howl in the void, for Love and for comfort and it lives on the lips of the child crying for his mother. It is the song of the lover in need of her loved one, the raving of the lunatic supplicant petitioning his God. It is the cry of one chained to the earth, to the ordinary and to the mundane, craving flight; a flight into inspiration and imagination and divinity.

The love song is the sound of our endeavours to become God-like, to rise up and above the earthbound and the mediocre.

- Nick Cave

Mystery

Mystery is ancient. It's the essence of everything. It violates all conventions of beauty and understanding. It was there before the beginning, and it will be there beyond the end. We were created in it. The Mississippi Sheiks recorded a song called "Stop and Listen." To most music aficionados, it's but a ragtime blues. But to me, it's words of wisdom. Saint Paul said we see through the glass darkly. There's plenty of mystery in nature and contemporary life. For some people, it's too harsh to deal with. But I don't see it that way.
(Bob Dylan)

La strada verso casa

“Ho avuto delle ambizioni di cui non potevo fare a meno, e come in una odissea, in qualche modo dovevo trovare la strada di casa. Capii che dovevo ritrovare quella casa che avevo lasciato tempo addietro e che non riuscivo a ricordare dove fosse esattamente. Ma ero sulla strada di casa. E incontrare ciò che ho incontrato su questa strada, era proprio come lo avevo previsto. In realtà, non avevo alcuna ambizione. Sono nato molto lontano da dove avrei dovuto nascere e perciò sono sulla strada di casa”
(Bob Dylan)

Sonetto 129 

The expense of spirit in a waste of shame  is lust in action; and till action, lust  is perjured, murderous, bloody, full of blame,  savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,  Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight,  Past reason hunted, and no sooner had  Past reason hated, as a swallow’d bait.  On purpose laid to make the taker mad;  Mad in pursuit and in possession so;  Had, having, and in quest to have, extreme;  A bliss in proof, and proved, a very woe;  Before, a joy proposed; behind, a dream.  All this the world well knows; yet none knows well  To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell (Shakespeare)

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Sunday, April 08, 2007

When He returns

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