Emerson's Cup painting by John Slaby
Here's one of Leonard Cohen's wonderful songs:
Anthem
LEONARD COHEN
The birds they sang at the break of day Start again,
I heard them say, Don’t dwell on what has passed away
or what is yet to be.
The wars they will be fought again The holy dove be
caught again bought and sold and bought again; the dove is never free.
Ring
the bells that still can ring.
Forget
your perfect offering.
There
is a crack in everything.
That’s
how the light gets in.
We asked for signs the signs were sent: the birth
betrayed, the marriage spent; the widowhood of every government – signs for all
to see.
Can’t run no more with that lawless crowd while the
killers in high places say their prayers out loud. But they’ve summoned up a
thundercloud.
They’re going to hear from me.
Ring
the bells that still can ring.
Forget
your perfect offering.
There
is a crack in everything.
That’s
how the light gets in.
You can add up the parts but you won’t have the sum
You can strike up the march, there is no drum. Every heart to love will come
but like a refugee.
Ring
the bells that still can ring.
Forget
your perfect offering.
There
is a crack in everything.
That’s
how the light gets in.
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