I’d been thinking about saving this up for a Friday night, to be a cultural icon, cuz Bruce Cockburn is one. But I changed my mind.
Two years ago last month, God got hold of me in a way I’d never felt before. This song became the anthem of my healing. “Had another dream about the lions at the door, and they weren’t so frightening as they were before. And I’m thinking about eternity. Some kind of ecstasy’s got a hold on me.”
It’s not that the lions don’t show up at the door. It’s that I wasn’t so scared of them any more. Eternity. Ecstasy. That’s what I was able to pay attention to.
Tonight, the lions seem to be right outside the door, and I’m not so aware of the ecstasy’s hold on me. I suspect that like the lions, it’s still here – I’m just wonderin’ where it is right now. I’ve asked for help, and now this is my finding expedition.
I sure hope you guys all like Bruce Cockburn, cuz I love him and you’re bound to hear more. Still writing great protest songs, and songs about God, and the poetry of his songs speaks to me. And he does great fingerwork on that guitar.
9 comments:
Kate - what a great post and a reminder of someone who I like, but have not listened to in a long time.
Yes- eventually the lions are there and integrated, not frightful.
Beautiful message to help me start my day.
I like what franiam said.
It helps to realize that sometimes, as hard as we try not to be, we are the lions as well.
Don't be afraid of the lions. But don't let them in and turn your back on them either.
Wise as doves and harmless as foxes?
Something like that. :)
Aaah,goodness, Kate. This is my first stop here at your blog and I find this post, with that beutiful Bruce Cockburn song and all it says and all you say and it's just what I'm feeling in my life now, too.
Interesting that you stopped by my blog and left a comment about the Jane Siberry song I posted. I intended to express the very similar sense of gratitude and ecstacy which you speak of. (or is it "that" you speak of - always gets me).
Thank you for this. The lions will always be there, yes? But, oh how joy can keep them safely where they belong!
Peace to you, Kate
Pagan Sphinx
I like what you said, Fran, about the lions being integrated. They may be lions, but they're MY damn lions, and I'm keeping them.
Roland, you're right -- sometimes we are the lions ourselves. But it's too late not to invite them in -- they're already here. Not turning my back on them -- well, it's probably a good idea to know whether they're sleeping or creeping.
Pagan Sphinx, that's not the first time I've dropped in, just the first time I've signed in, I think. I've stopped in occasionally since MP put us both on his blogroll the same day. I'm going to keep stopping -- I don't know anything much about art or artists (except I love Vincent, esp. his blues and yellows), and I'll come and look and absorb at your place. Followed your link to Sandpiper too, and I like the way she gives us her journeys.
I've tried to resist my childish impulses, but have to ask,
"How do you pronounce his last name?"
Co-burn, like co-worker.
Thanks, Roland -- my first laugh of the day!
Thank you Kate - is not Mr. Cockburn surely also a true Canadian cultural icon?
Music which inspires us all to live as whom we were created to be.
He certainly is, Alcibiades -- there's another one of his songs I'll put up soon, that speaks to me of the kind of behaviour I hope to be leaving behind.
And, as I said, you should all expect to hear a lot more of him here.
I suspect that like the lions, it’s still here – I’m just wonderin’ where it is right now. I’ve asked for help, and now this is my finding expedition
It's there, Kate, the ecstasy is there - even when you don't feel it.
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