"Up through an empty house of stars,
Being what heart you are,
Up the inhuman steeps of space,
As on a staircase go in grace,
Carrying the firelight on your face,
Beyond the loneliest star." G.K. Chesterton
Thanks for writing and sharing ‘Lost Angels’ Byrana!
The perception in this song is a deep insight into our human journey, the ‘lonely pain’ we can hide in each of us. The call and awakening of own faith to see beyond the ‘rain’ and our battle with lost joy. ‘The shedding (giving up) of our own lost nature’.
The words in your song “But there was one who loved you in your hating” present our own spiritual ‘awaking’ challenge – that soon arrives like a new dawn. It is actually quite a challenge for us all. How to prepare?
You are strong in spiritual awareness.
I encourage you to reach others with you gift, it is good!
StrongJoy! You're back! I thought that maybe you were gone for good. Very nice song, and neat pics. But I'm actually here to say that I've awarded you. :) ~Meg
"I have committed myself to joy...we must not be afraid to announce it to refugees, slum-dwellers, saddened prisoners, angry prophets. Now and then we must even announce it to ourselves. In this prison of now, in this cynical and sophisticated age, SOMEONE MUST BELIEVE IN JOY." -Richard Rohr
Poetry
THE GREAT MINIMUM by G.K. Chesterton
It is something to have wept as we have wept, It is something to have done as we have done, It is something to have watched when all men slept, And seen the stars which never see the sun.
It is something to have smelt the mystic rose, Although it break and leave the thorny rods, It is something to have hungered once as those Must hunger who have ate the bread of gods.
To have seen you and your unforgotten face, Brave as a blast of trumpets for the fray, Pure as white lilies in a watery space, It were something, though you went from me today.
To have known the things that from the weak are furled, Perilous ancient passions, strange and high; It is something to be wiser than the world, It is something to be older than the sky.
In a time of sceptic moths and cynic rusts, And fattened lives that of their sweetness tire In a world of flying loves and fading lusts, It is something to be sure of a desire.
Lo, blessed are our ears for they have heard; Yea, blessed are our eyes for they have seen: Let the thunder break on man and beast and bird And the lightning. It is something to have been.
4 comments:
Thanks for writing and sharing ‘Lost Angels’ Byrana!
The perception in this song is a deep insight into our human journey, the ‘lonely pain’ we can hide in each of us. The call and awakening of own faith to see beyond the ‘rain’ and our battle with lost joy. ‘The shedding (giving up) of our own lost nature’.
The words in your song “But there was one who loved you in your hating” present our own spiritual ‘awaking’ challenge – that soon arrives like a new dawn. It is actually quite a challenge for us all. How to prepare?
You are strong in spiritual awareness.
I encourage you to reach others with you gift, it is good!
Peter
what a beautiful song! You are so talented.
Actually the song words are quite good (yes - really)!
The guitar chords are fine.
The singer sounds a little tense (nervous), just relax into the music and it is then beautiful.
Well done!
You have creative talent, and observant eye and soul to humanity!
Thanks for sharing!
StrongJoy! You're back! I thought that maybe you were gone for good. Very nice song, and neat pics. But I'm actually here to say that I've awarded you.
:)
~Meg
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