Strange Waters

Bruce Cockburn’s “Strange Waters” has been something of a theme song for me this year:

I’ve seen a high cairn kissed by holy wind
Seen a mirror pool cut by golden fins
Seen alleys where they hide the truth of cities
The mad whose blessing you must accept without pity

I’ve stood in airports guarded glass and chrome
Walked rifled roads and landmined loam
Seen a forest in flames right down to the road
Burned in love till I’ve seen my heart explode

You’ve been leading me
Beside strange waters

Across the concrete fields of man
Sun ray like a camera pans
Some will run and some will stand
Everything is bullshit but the open hand

You’ve been leading me
Beside strange waters
Streams of beautiful lights in the night
But where is my pastureland in these dark valleys?
If I loose my grip, will I take flight?

You’ve been leading me
Beside strange waters
Streams of beautiful lights in the night
But where is my pastureland in these dark valleys?
If I loose my grip, will I take flight?

I asked Bruce about “Strange Waters” yesterday, and his answer was a tense, beautiful sermon. In order to read the full interview, though, you’ll need a subscription to Beyond magazine, the sweetest slice of ads-free goodness you’ll ever taste. And I’m here to help. Same rules apply. The first ten people who post “I want to taste the goodness” in the comments section of this post get a free subscription on my dime. Be sure to use your real name and email address, because I’ll need to contact you with additional information.