Learning to Believe Again
I love music. It’s expresses so many things I only wish I could find the words for, leaving me with only the words, Why couldn’t I have written that? If I could pick something to be excellent at, I think songwriting might be it. The common experience told through the lens of one person; and reabsorbed through countless other individual lenses, putting a personalized tint on everyone’s interpretation of the Story.
Here is the Story of today. Of learning to believe again. Despite the fact that I’m in the place I hate most– the place of job hunting. Despite tragedy and murder in my neighborhood. Despite terror and warfare in Lebanon. Despite everything that points away from the idea of love and sanity having been involved in the creation of a world so filled with hate and madness.
Dizzy
By Sixpence-None-the-Richer
I’m like Thomas doubting
Fingers running the scars
In your wrists and side
Touching flesh will make my mind believe
But I want to be like David
Throwing his clothes to the wind
To dance a jig, in my skin
To be re-made by your cleansing again
I give you myself
It’s all that I have
Broken and frail
I’m clay in your hands
And I’m spinning unconcealed
For you my love
I’m like Peter crying
Crowing burning my ears
Still you come near
you take my hand and place in my palm
An eternal chance
July 18th, 2006 at 3:30 pm
these lyrics are amazing… i especially love the last couple of lines, which remind me of something prayed over me recently… thanks for sharing this…
sometimes you need the faith of a child. other times, you need the faith of a trained athlete, determined to break through ‘the wall’ (to use distance runners’ terms) to find victory on the other side.
my wish for you is a little of both… (for me, too of course :))