PoMoHippy CharisMystic. ----------
“Ministry means the ongoing attempt to put one's own search for God, with all the moments of pain and joy, despair and hope, at the disposal of those who want to join this search but do not know how.”
― Henri J.M. Nouwen
This song and its English-Irish metaphor just haunted me this morning. That call of the Irish to be seen and welcomed, rather than cast off; the call for reconciling of hearts. (Thanks Padraig O Tuama for posting on face book .... ) Rebel Love............ it's also a Fierce Love.
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I've been asked recently, about why i post random stuff on this blog..... I was a bit put off, as MOST the stuff i put up are things that just Radomly "trip my trigger" in some way; it happens to be the point of a blog. It's a diary. It's a journal. It's a place to flesh out things. It's a stage for laughter and weeping. It's a place to let my spirit soar a bit...
I grew up with an Irish grandmother, who's brogue cut through the house like a sharp knife when she was angry. God i loved that woman! She would slip out information when she was a bit tipsy, so i had learned of her love of England, in her mind; was unrequited.
So here are the lyrics.....
I love you my hard Englishman Your rage is like a fist in my womb Can't you forgive what you think I've done And love me - I'm your woman And I desire you my hard Englishman And there is no more natural thing So why should I not get loving Don't be cold Englishman
How come you've never said you loved me In all the time you've known me How come you never say you're sorry And I do
Ah, please talk to me Englishman What good will shutting me out get done Meanwhile crazies are killing our sons Oh listen - Englishman I've honored you - hard Englishman Now I am calling your heart to my own Oh let glorious love be done Be truthful - Englishman
How come you've never said you loved me In all the time you've known me How come you never say you're sorry And I do I do
