Posted by Sigismund on July 11, 2007, at 3:39:11
These are some lines from Bruce Cockburn's wonderful
'Rose Above the Sky'
You carry the weight of inherited sorrow
From your first day till you die
Toward that hilltop where the road
Forever becomes one with the sky
'Til the Rose above the sky
And the light behind the sun
I'm 54. A long time ago, my mother was talking about a man she might have married. He came from somewhere in the German speaking world, and she described how, when introduced to him, he went to kiss her hand according to his custom. She just reflected that 'we don't do that here'. I can't say it was *because* of that, but something entered my heart, a terrible sorrow, an intoxicating sense of loss, quite accurate historically and therefore, I believe appropriate and good.
Does anyone have any comment on sorrow inherited historically?
I wonder how it seeps into our souls?
At least I hope it does....I hope life is not even more meaningless and disconnected than it sometimes seems.