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So Mote It Be (In Memory Of Katrina Tragedy)
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So Mote It Be (In Memory Of Katrina Tragedy) |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
(This is an experimental song I wrote, yesterday on top of Mount Tabor as the sun began going down where it was real quiet except for the trilling of birds, as I wanted this to sound both haunting and beautiful to those who have coped with loss from Hurricane Katrina or for you fellow poets here who have lost loved ones recently, and so I did my best enshrouding myself in deep silence as though I were encumbered by these emotions and prayers. (I teared up a lot writing this, as I get sensitive writing any emotional writes) God Bless all who have endured loss as of late, for I believe this phrase "So Mote It Be!" is not only about compassion and reconcilation, it's also about encouraging all of His children that meaning and hope forever lives in Life as well and becoming better people richer in Love in result. (angel friendship hugs) So here's this song, yay!) * So Mote It Be By: Noah Eaton 8/29/06 . . . Like with all of life’s simplest pleasures, the answer is so close we can’t see it… …you gather music and clovers as you go, and notice your unheard prayers have been knit… …stand like a sailor from the quiet pier, sometimes there seems to be no ripple across the sea… …then God replies when the Earth is mute, “So mote it be!” . . . Why is there more that’s said in a single whisper, than in all that’s written by the trembling pen… …jaywalking upon the palms of eternal will, as we all dream to dare in the end… …stand like a student at a seminar, yet you notice no one has prepared a speech… …then God replies when His silence surrounds us, “So mote it be!” . . . When the last word gets lost in translation, remember it’s the chorus that answers the chorus, like the sound of morning songbirds, speaking avuncular gospel in a misty forest, when you wander off into those hidden years, remember the blessing was born beyond the cradle, when you feel no one’s around, through Nature He’ll make a sound… . . . …Does it do a bird any good to trill, does it do a coyote any good to howl to the moon… …every last breath is another hope for reconciliation, like with every perennial that blooms… …stand like a soldier in the blistering heat, finding a safe place to hide under His wings… …then God replies in this private watch night, “So mote it be!” . . . Live today, so we’re worthy to live tomorrow… (So mote it be!) live today, so we’re worthy to live tomorrow… (So mote it be!) live today, so we’re worthy to live tomorrow… (So mote it be!) live today, so we’re worthy to live tomorrow… "If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other" Mother Teresa |
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seraphin Senior Member
since 2000-09-24
Posts 1004Michigan |
Noah, Well worth eyes shedding a tear. You have done well, my friend. Sandra |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
You go, Noah! Fool, said my Muse to me, look in thy heart and write. |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
"This is an experimental song I wrote, yesterday on top of Mount Tabor as the sun began going down where it was real quiet except for the trilling of birds, as I wanted this to sound both haunting and beautiful" ~ and indeed,this song is "haunting and beautiful". "Live today, so we’re worthy to live tomorrow…" ~ So mote it be!  How I would have loved to have witnessed the birth of this song on the top of that mountain! Love you, Angel Boy! EA |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Amen, sweet Noah, Amen.  |
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