The splinters that you carry The cross you left behind Come healing of the body Come healing of the mind And let the heavens hear it The penitential hymn Come healing of the spirit Come healing of the limb Behold the gates of mercy In arbitrary space And none of us deserving The cruelty or the grace
O solitude of longing Where love has been confined Come healing of the body Come healing of the mind O see the darkness yielding That tore the light apart Come healing of the reason Come healing of the heart O troubled dust concealing An undivided love The Heart beneath is teaching To the broken Heart above
O let the heavens falter And let the earth proclaim: Come healing of the Altar Come healing of the Name O longing of the branches To lift the little bud O longing of the arteries To purify the blood And let the heavens hear it The penitential hymn Come healing of the spirit Come healing of the limb
There was a time when I thought that Dylan would, *for me*, always be the paramount Jewish/American song writer, with Berlin 2nd, the Girshwins 3rd and Cohen a distant 4th. Somehow that's all changed and I'm not sure why but nowadays His-Leonardnis is right up there in my feelings of affection with the Bobmeister. Songs like this bring me to my knees and help me pray...thanks Mr Cohen
Come Healing
O gather up the brokenness
And bring it to me now
The fragrance of those promises
You never dared to vow
marjanmarianne 1 day ago
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marjanmarianne 1 day ago
...and no one of us deserving the cruelty or the grace... So true, so simple, so wise.
dummermut 1 week ago
It's not just that the words and music touch on truly felt meanings, but that its all coming from a place that feels and lives it.
Not believes it - but lives it.
Perhaps truer to say 'It lives him' - for that's the only way to really know life, humanly and Divinely, so intimately.
Intimacy shared with a wry humour and a scathing capacity to feel all of it and yet sing from somewhere beyond all definitions - with such eloquence.
I forgive him his drum machine and his little keyboard.
;-)
livingcircle 2 weeks ago
Speechless....
KajaGeek 2 weeks ago
I also gotta say that whoever is doing his arrangements nowadays needs an award
birdstuckinchimney 3 weeks ago
There was a time when I thought that Dylan would, *for me*, always be the paramount Jewish/American song writer, with Berlin 2nd, the Girshwins 3rd and Cohen a distant 4th. Somehow that's all changed and I'm not sure why but nowadays His-Leonardnis is right up there in my feelings of affection with the Bobmeister. Songs like this bring me to my knees and help me pray...thanks Mr Cohen
birdstuckinchimney 3 weeks ago
Outstanding!
damronormad 4 weeks ago
Now this is what you would call music!!!!!
LightReaping 1 month ago
Absolutely breathtaking, unique and truly beautiful.
scooternelly 1 month ago
So beautiful
thebanshee62 1 month ago