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| No. 14 (Red, Blue Over Black), Mark Rothko |
I came across a
section in Rainer Maria Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems
to God that begins with 'You, the gentlest of ways'. His language opened up a possibility for me; an example of fresh and descriptive imagery.
Some of the lines in this song directly reference the concepts he writes
about, e.g. the silent song we sing, the yearning we never lose.
The first line (and original idea) of the song
came from a prayer, accompanied by an image in my mind's eye of the geological
foundations of the earth: the bedrock, the firmament, the core of the
planet.
I've heard people associate the concept of falling (‘away’, ‘from
grace’) with distance from God. But the very space and fabric of
existence itself is God. The very bottom of the
chasm in which we fall is God. There's
no depth that hasn’t already been plumbed, that
hasn’t
already been experienced and somehow processed into transformation.
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You are my deepest
place
You are my
underground, you are my foundation
You are my deepest
place
No matter how far
I fall, you are there deeper still
You are my wide
embrace
When I was broken
down, you held me and healed me
You are my wide
embrace
When my world is
crashing down, you are my refuge
Awaken the dawn, and take back the night
Awaken my soul, and set me on fire
You are my
yearning pain
In the deepest
part of me, I’m longing for you
You are my
yearning pain
You’re the silent
song I sing, the longing I’ll never lose
Awaken the dawn, and take back the night
Awaken my soul, and set me on fire
Awake, awake my soul
Love is here to hold
Love is here to hold
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