a∙wake


a∙wake

verb, to stir.
noun, a celebration, albeit painful

I love Mumford & Sons’ music.

(closely related poem: As Apathy Decays)

Poet Bob


When he sings: I’ve still got the scars that the sun didn’t heal, I hear this poetry loud and clear. What is written and what is heard are two entirely different things. I’m going with the poet on this one.

Hiding Place



New life worship Jared Anderson

Thanks D, this brought up so many images and memories and well, yes, tears.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

A Silent Rock


My love for the music [poetry] of Simon & Garfunkel began with their album The Sounds of Silence. Back in the 60s and 70s, we had 45s and record players. I could stack up to about 10 45s on the player and it would automatically play each one from bottom to top… my mechanical playlist. To put a song on repeat, I would prop the arm up, tricking the record player into thinking many 45s were there to drop. I had these particular songs on repeat while [hiding] in my room. I am only now beginning to appreciate why as I break the silence and disturb the slumber of feelings that had died. Of course, grown-ups know feelings don’t die, we just bury them for a while.

I am a Rock

A winters day
in a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
gazing from my window to the streets below
on a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock, I am an island.

I’ve built walls,
a fortress steep and mighty,
that none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
Its laughter and its loving I disdain.
I am a rock, I am an island.

Don’t talk of love,
well I’ve heard the words before…
its sleeping in my memory.
I won’t disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock, I am an island.

I have my books
and my poetry to protect me.
I am shielded in my armor,
hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock, I am an island.

And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.

The Sound of Silence

Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
because a vision softly creeping
left its seeds while I was sleeping
and the vision that was planted in my brain
still remains
within the sound of silence…

Whatever you’re doing…


Sanctus Real’s (www.sanctusreal.com) new [not so new, just new to me] music video for the song Whatever You’re Doing from their new album We Need Each Other.

It feels like chaos but somehow there’s peace…

Its hard to give. Its hard to get.


This is one of my favorite songs (for several years now).

Forgiveness
by Patty Griffin

We are swimming with the snakes
At the bottom of the well
So silent and peaceful in the darkness where we fell
But we are not snakes and whats more
We never will be
And if we stay swimming here forever we will
Never be free

I heard them ringing the bells
In heaven and hell
They got a secret
Theyre getting ready to tell
Its falling from the sky
Calling from the graves
Open your eyes, boy, I think we are saved
Open your eyes, boy, I think we are saved
Lets take a walk on the bridge
Right over this mess
Dont need to tell me a thing, baby
We’re already confessed
And I raised my voice to the air
And we were blessed
Its hard to give. Its hard to get.
but everybody needs a little forgiveness

We are calling for him tonight on this
Thin phone line
As usual were having ourselves one
Hell of a time
And the planes keep flying right over our heads
No matter how lond we shout
Hey, hey, hey !
And we keep waving and waving
Our arms in the air
But were all tired out

I heard somebody say
Todays the day
A big old hurricaine
Is blowing our way
Knocking over the buildings
Killing all the light
Open your eyes, boy, we made it through the night
Open your eyes, boy, we made it through the night
Lets take a walk on the bridge
Right over this mess
Dont need to tell me a thing, baby
We’re already confessed
And I raised my voice to the air
And we were blessed
Its hard to give. Its hard to get.
Its hard to give.
But still I think its the best bet
Hard to give
Never gonna forget
But everybody needs a little forgiveness
Everybody needs a little forgiveness

Here’s the song set to House (TV show). This is not meant to be an endorsement of House. I just could not find Patty Griffin singing it in a video on youtube.

Sit awhile with me


This year I started practicing the song, You Raise Me Up with my voice coach. I fell in love with the song a few years ago when I heard the cover by Selah. I have improved to the point where I can sing this song in my sleep. After this week, I now know why I choose this song many months ago.

You Raise Me Up

Music by Rolf Løvland
Lyrics by Brendan Graham

When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;
When troubles come and my heart burdened be;
Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,
Until you come and sit awhile with me.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up to more than I can be.

There is no life – no life without this hunger;
Each restless heart beats so imperfectly;
But when you come and I am filled with wonder,
Sometimes, I think I glimpse eternity.

You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;
You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;
I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;
You raise me up to more than I can be.

%d bloggers like this: