Wednesday, May 9, 2012

words for today

I'm not sure why it always flows downhill
why broken cisterns never could stay filled
I've spent ten years singing gravity away
but the water keeps on falling from the sky

And here tonight while the stars are blacking out
with every hope and dream I've ever had in doubt
I've spent ten years trying to sing these doubts away
but the water keeps on falling from my eyes

And heaven knows, heaven knows
I try to find a cure for pain
Oh my Lord, to suffer like You do
it would be a lie to run away

-Jon Foreman, The Cure for Pain

Pick up any language by the scruff of its neck,   

wipe its face, set it down on the lawn,   
and I bet it will toddle right into the godfire   
again, which—though they say it doesn't   
exist—can send you straight to the burn unit.   

Oh, we have only so many words to think with.   
Say God's not fire, say anything, say God's   
a phone, maybe. You know you didn't order a phone,   
but there it is. It rings. You don't know who it could be.   

You don't want to talk, so you pull out   
the plug. It rings. You smash it with a hammer   
till it bleeds springs and coils and clobbery   
metal bits. It rings again. You pick it up   

and a voice you love whispers hello

-Jeanne Murray Walker, Staying Power

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