A week after the U.S. Presidential Election, my friend Burnetta* and I were exchanging photographs of the full moon: "I know you will post one of your own," she wrote. "All of my friends are so down, Kitti. We must figure out what to do, how to act, and take back the best aspects of our democracy. Of course, we practice those every day. I hope they are enough. Everyone I know feels the same. Peace, love and hope for the coming days, weeks. May we find the high ground and work from there."
Mourning not only Hillary Clinton's lost chance at running our country, but also the death of Leonard Cohen, Burnetta posted this song as the pefect tribute to a timeless songwriter and a fitting response to our post - election trepidation:
Anthem
The birds they sang
at the break of day
Start again
I heard them say
Don't dwell on what
has passed away
or what is yet to be.
Ah the wars they will
be fought again
The holy dove
She will be caught again
bought and sold
and bought again
the dove is never free.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
We asked for signs
the signs were sent:
the birth betrayed
the marriage spent
Yeah the widowhood
of every government --
signs for all to see.
I can't run no more
with that lawless crowd
while the killers in high places
say their prayers out loud.
But they've summoned, they've summoned up
a thundercloud
and they're going to hear from me.
Ring the bells that still can ring ...
You can add up the parts
but you won't have the sum
You can strike up the march,
there is no drum
Every heart, every heart
to love will come
but like a refugee.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack, a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.
That's how the light gets in.
Words and music by musical genius, poet, and man of vision Leonard Cohen
(September 21, 1934 – November 7, 2016)
Another favorite of mine is the "Song for Bernadette":
So many hearts I find, broke like yours and mine
Torn by what we've done and can't undo
I just want to hold you, won't let me hold you
Like Bernadette would do . . .
And every now and then we try
To mend the damage that we've done . . .
By Leonard Cohen, Bill Elliott, Jennifer Warnes
but I prefer Anne Murray or Judy Collins.
*Previous Burnetta Posts:
Dawn of Doom (Dark Vapors) ~ 10/7/16
Roots of Kindness ~ 4/29/16
Your Poem, My Poem ~ 2/23/16
May Day Birthday ~ 5/1/14
The Wire Brush of Doubt ~ 3/16/14
The Fish Hatchery, Neosho ~ 2/8/14
Never Quite the Same ~ 1/9/14
Moons of Wintertime and Beyond ~ 12/28/12
Whatnots ~ 12/1/13
City Wonderland ~ 12/3/12
Come Back to the Present! ~ 10/22/12
Autumn Days ~ 10/17/12
Chrysanthemums ~ 10/9/11
Huckleberry ~ 7/21/11
All Souls: Never Alone ~ 11/2/10
Fair ~ 7/2/10
Opinions & Facts ~ 4/20/10
April Leaf ~ 4/8/10
THANKS BURNETTA!
