By scribbler

Sacred Heart

The Lord is risen: he is risen indeed. 
His image is decked with flowers, but his heart still carries the world's sorrow.


National Poetry Writing Month starts today. All are welcome! Just tag your entry #napowrimo2018. I am hereby getting off to an unorthodox start by 
sharing a poem written by someone else. 

Singer-songwriter Leonard Cohen died last year, leaving us a wonderful legacy in words and music. For weeks I've been watching a DVD of Leonard Cohen Live in London, recorded July 17, 2008. I think his words in If It Be Your Will could be the words of Jesus facing the Cross.

If it be your will
that I speak no more
and my voice be still
as it was before
I will speak no more
I shall abide until
I am spoken for
If it be your will

If it be your will
that a voice be true
from this broken hill
I will sing to you
from this broken hill
all your praises
they shall ring
if it be your will
to let me sing

If it be your will
if there is a choice
let the rivers fill
let the hills rejoice
let your mercy spill
on all these burning hearts in hell
if it be your will
to make us well

And draw us near
and bind us tight
all your children here
in their rags of light
in our rags of light
all dressed to kill
and end this night
if it be your will
if it be your will.


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