I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

There's no shade in the shadow of the cross

I guess I should do this more often. As you know, Bobs and Gretchens, at the top of the page I often throw some poetry on there. Most often it's from a song that has touched me, or has lyrics that I think are pretty darn good.

Well, I guess sometimes I might be somewhat obscure in my references sometimes. So I should probably do a video post of the music I'm so gratuitously ripping off.

The lyrics currently up top are the last two stanzas of Sufjan Stevens' No Shade in the Shadow of the Cross. I heard this song last week and haven't been able to get it out of my head since then. So, now you can have it in your head.



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