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Thursday, January 05, 2006

Children of Disobedience

They are the scorned of God, the sirens of death, the fools, the children of disobedience. Yet there is comfort and peace in finding that the heart was not created to be enslaved by fear of falling, and that the truest friends can be found among the outcast.

Dar Williams puts it in a way that I understand:
The Mercy of the Fallen

Oh my fair North Star
I have held to you dearly
And have asked you to steer me
'Til one cloud-scattered night

I got lost in my travels
I met Leo the lion
Met a king and met a giant
With their errant light

There’s the wind and the rain
and the mercy of the fallen
Who say they have no claim to know what’s right

There’s the weak and the strong
and the beds that have no answer
And that’s where I may rest my head tonight

I saw all the bright people
In imposing flocks they landed
And they got what they demanded
And they scratched at the ground
And then they flew
And the field grew as sweetly for the flightless
Who have longing yet despite this
They could hear every sound

There’s the wind and the rain
and the mercy of the fallen
Who say they have no claim to know what’s right

If your sister or your brother
Were stumbling on their last mile
In a self-inflicted exile
Wish for them a humble friend

And I hope someday
That the best of Falstaff’s planners
Give me seven half-built manors
where half dreams may dream without end

There’s the wind and the rain
and the mercy of the fallen
Who say "hey, it’s not my place to know what’s right"

There’s the weak and the strong
And the many stars that guide us
We have some of them inside us
I am one of those travelers who started with high hopes and dreams as I traveled along a sterile road that was laid out before me by others...but who fell along the wayside and now appears lost to his former companions. Yet I have found that those who inhabit the nether lands have such a rich and warm sense of living, that in their presence my heart soars to heights I once thought could only be found at the end of that long, narrow road to heaven.

May our children choose to disobey all claims of authority over them, get lost on the way, meet that errant light, and in the process find that heaven is all around them.

1 Comments:

Blogger Stephen said...

Interesting post.

1/17/2006 7:05 PM  

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