The pages of The Secret Speech begin with the imminent destruction of a church in Moscow. I don't yet know the context behind this. The first characters are apprehensive, conflicted, and have no way out of participating and witnessing the event. The crowds in the area have a different notion.
As I do when reading - I interrupted myself with thought.
I pictured scenes from the Ireland, Middle East, Africa, and Selma, Alabama. Destroying areas of worship has a far more profound reach than neighborhoods and business districts - not in the loss of life, but rather a deep loss of self. As for the human population goes - we can create more, and we can rebuild. But, sacred areas can never be restored. Sacred spaces are one of a kind. Original. They are like Tibetan Sand Mandalas, the minutes ticking by - all of which will never exist and be experienced again. No other human, nor sunrise or sunset will ever grace the walls - trees- sands and earth. It's a far more significant loss to the individual than it is to the whole of the group.
Well, that's enough ramblings for now. I return to page 5 and finish chapter one.
-- (c)deyanira.
And I'll rise again
Ain't no power on earth can keep me down
And I'll rise, I'll rise again
Oh ain't no death can keep me in the ground
Was that Jesus
As I do when reading - I interrupted myself with thought.
I pictured scenes from the Ireland, Middle East, Africa, and Selma, Alabama. Destroying areas of worship has a far more profound reach than neighborhoods and business districts - not in the loss of life, but rather a deep loss of self. As for the human population goes - we can create more, and we can rebuild. But, sacred areas can never be restored. Sacred spaces are one of a kind. Original. They are like Tibetan Sand Mandalas, the minutes ticking by - all of which will never exist and be experienced again. No other human, nor sunrise or sunset will ever grace the walls - trees- sands and earth. It's a far more significant loss to the individual than it is to the whole of the group.
Well, that's enough ramblings for now. I return to page 5 and finish chapter one.
-- (c)deyanira.
I was on my way to somewhere to the Mexicali sand
A man sat down beside me, he had scars upon his hands
He told me some stories - I told him some lies
Light shone through my darkness, cast shadows from my mind
A man sat down beside me, he had scars upon his hands
He told me some stories - I told him some lies
Light shone through my darkness, cast shadows from my mind
His eyes they looked right through me
Oh I knew he carried weight
Something real was going down that day
Oh I told him I'm a sinner
Oh I knew he carried weight
Something real was going down that day
Oh I told him I'm a sinner
He said that's o.k.
I'm not here to change you anyway
He was gone when I turned around
Was it Jesus - Jesus on a Greyhound
I'm not here to change you anyway
He was gone when I turned around
Was it Jesus - Jesus on a Greyhound
Oh we talked about the world gone bad
The troubles we had seen
We talked about the dirt
Brown shoes he wore on his feet
The troubles we had seen
We talked about the dirt
Brown shoes he wore on his feet
He said I'm tired and weary
I've been riding a long way
Let me rest my eyes now
Let me drift away
I've been riding a long way
Let me rest my eyes now
Let me drift away
He acted Like he knew me
Then he fell asleep
I had no More secrets
I could keep
Then he fell asleep
I had no More secrets
I could keep
Oh I told him I'm a sinner
He said that's o.k.
I'm not here to change you anyway
He said that's o.k.
I'm not here to change you anyway
He was gone when I turned around
Was it Jesus - Jesus on a GreyhoundAnd I'll rise again
Ain't no power on earth can keep me down
And I'll rise, I'll rise again
Oh ain't no death can keep me in the ground
Was that Jesus
Songwriters: Glen Ballard / Shelby Lynne
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