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and after it rains

 

 

Be as responsible as you must, but be more than only exist,

live nearer the lunatic fringe, nearer rare than well-done,

nearer the edge, looking over and enjoying the view. 

 

“Every moment of light and dark is a miracle” is how Walt Whitman saw it.

 

While for the writer this song is not autobiographical, many having grown up in the Midwest particularly may grasp this song as biographical.  In personal nostalgia of flying a bike and dreaming of glory, I grew up here, in my little town.

 

 

In my little town

I grew up believing - God keeps his eye on us all

And he used to lean upon me - As I pledged allegiance to the wall

Lord I recall  -  My little town

 

Coming home after school

Flying my bike past the gates - Of the factories

My mom doing the laundry

Hanging our shirts - In the dirty breeze

 

And after it rains

There’s a rainbow  -  And all of the colors are black

It’s not that the colors aren’t there  -  It’s just imagination they lack

 

Everything’s the same - Back in my little town

Nothing but the dead and the dying - Back in my little town

Nothing but the dead and the dying - Back in my little town

 

In my little town I never meant nothin’  -  I was just my father’s son

Saving my money - Dreaming of glory

Twitching like a finger – On the trigger of a gun

 

Leaving nothing but the dead and dying - Back in my little town 

Nothing but the dead and the dying  -  Back in my little town

 

Paul Simon, 1975 

 

 

 

 

 

thinking ‘bout love

 

The black spot of the eye, the pupil is where we can see ourselves reflected,

as we look closely at another.  Protected by bone structure and tear ducts,

the pupil is the designed light collector, collecting for the mind. 

 

Light reveals. 

 

Beings reside in an eternal realm,

caused to forget the eternal realm in becoming incarnate in an embryo. 

 

Light comes to us. 

 

It is said, in the mind of God, we may see a light of love beyond any understanding. 

His description of love in Corinthians, regardless of what we believe or choose not to believe,

is available to the mortal man.

 

‘Love is patient, love is kind.  It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.

It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.

Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 

It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.  Love never fails.’ 

 

Painfully obvious, love is not easy.       

 

 

 

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