| Whisper
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Nuit (http://artists.mp3s.com/artists/125/nuit.html)
Call me up a whisper
of the damned, demented places
where the solemn, staring faces
of the children of desire
turn to ashes, rags and tatters
in the last emancipation
as the embers of creation
flicker faintly, slowly fade.
When you call my name, I do not listen.
When you cry to me, I am not there.
When the silence howls and teardrops glisten,
then I hear your whisper like a prayer.
Call me up an echo
of that elemental yearning,
primal longing, passion burning
like an all-consuming fire,
after everything that matters
fades to distant recollection,
silhouettes and dim reflection
and the whisper of the blade.
When you call (&c)
This is not the end
of all the songs man sings.
This is not the end
of all our songs ...
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Commentary:
"You cannot petition the Lord with prayer,
says Jim Morrison in 'Sanctuary'. If
the Lord sees all, knows all, hears all,
then the substance of your prayer is
already known before you make it, yes?
And so is the answer, so praying affects
nothing. God does not intervene that
directly. It's only when hope is gone
and struggle is completely done, when
we accept the inevitable, that we
finally find God." |
