I am back with my monthly series: Poems, Prayers, and Promises!
This probably is one of my favorite poems. She heart-wrenchingly and eloquently puts kindness into images and words.
Kindness by Naomi Shihab Nye
Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you know
how desolate the landscape can be
between the regions of kindness.
How you ride and ride
thinking the bus will never stop,
the passengers eating maize and chicken
will stare out the window forever.
Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness
you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho
lies dead by the side of the road.
You must see how this could be you,
how he too was someone
who journeyed through the night with plans
and the simple breath that kept him alive.
Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside,
you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing.
You must wake up with sorrow.
You must speak to it till your voice
catches the thread of all sorrows
and you see the size of the cloth.
Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore,
only kindness that ties your shoes
and sends you out into the day to gaze at bread,
only kindness that raises its head
from the crowd of the world to say
It is I you have been looking for,
and then goes with you everywhere
like a shadow or a friend.
From Words Under the Words: Selected Poems.
Easter has come and gone. But I want to still live in thankfulness of the Resurrection. We now remember and proclaim until He comes again. This sometimes seems so easy and so hard. Why is it I get caught up in so much? I miss who I am here for.
Spring is a time for new life. Life is always worth celebrating. I am not the Giver of Life. But I breathe and I receive life everyday. Easter truly celebrates how beautiful life is. Jesus gave us promises, love, and a new kingdom but importantly, His resurrection defeated death.
My prayer is to hold onto the awe of Easter. I want to cling to the Giver of Life for I do not live without Him.
So I will only have a quick review of Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon
I only listened to this fully once but I have listened to certain songs more than once.
I also did not look up any meanings or commentary. I could be completely wrong about some of my assumptions!
I loved how they used sounds like running, heart beats, and cash registers for storytelling and music. This album honestly felt more like a speech. It had a structure but was very fluid. This album isn’t lyric heavy but packs a punch on the lack of meaning they find in society. There is a fair amount of spoken word and instrumental tracks carefully placed around the album. They set up the next set of lyrics in an innovative way. Each track seamlessly weaves into the next. It connects the album as if it is one cohesive statement.
The band makes comments on our current reality such as greed, love for money, the rat race, limited time, death and busyness. There is a sense of hopelessness in the predicament of the world. The album ends with the words, “There is no dark side in the moon really // Matter of fact it’s all dark”
It seems like there is no escape from the evil around due to there not being any light at all. It is a depressing conclusion but not all art is happy. As a Christian, I know the sun (substitute for light or good) isn’t completely “eclipsed by the moon” but there is truth in this album too. They show how life is viewed as meaningless in our world to search for other things. The song Us and Them says,” And who knows which is which and who is who // Up (Up, up, up, up, up) and down (Down, down, down, down) // And in the end it’s only round and round and round” and it ends with “For want of the price of tea and a slice // The old man died” The next song after Us and Them with words is Brain Damage. With all the evil, meaninglessness, and death, they seem to be saying it is hard to stay sane. Here is one of my favorite lyrics from the song, “The lunatic is in my head // The lunatic is in my head // You raise the blade, you make the change // You re-arrange me ’til I’m sane // You lock the door // And throw away the key // There’s someone in my head but it’s not me”
Favorite song: Us and Them (probably? I am so indecisive)
For May…we will see if I finally watch The Two Popes.
I’ll end with one of my favorite lyrics from the album.
Verse two of Time
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over
Thought I’d something more to say
~ Kenedy M.
All images courtesy of Google images.