Greetings Dear Reader,
Sometimes I will end the day with thoughts that are
important to get out. Usually I just
write them and put them in my journal folder.
I have chosen that on occasion I will share them with you Dear Reader.
In the vainest part of my being I wish to be thought of as a
Renaissance Man. Then I encounter souls
like Leonard Cohen and realize that I am light years from someone so talented
and versatile. The man embraced the
arts in so many forms and excelled at all of them.
When I learned of his passing last week it took me a couple
of days to absorb the loss. His music
alone spanned fifty years and grew steadily more excellent. That is what I supposed I loved the most
about this man was what seemed a constant pursuit of excellence.
I fear that he like many great artists was not often
understood. As an example is the
popularity of his song Hallelujah. It
has been covered by everyone and their cousin.
Almost all of them sing the version popularized by Rufus Wainwright in
Shrek. I take nothing away from
this cover. It is haunting and beautiful
and fits the movie well. It also leaves
out the heart of the song.
Leonard Cohen did not shy away from the hard questions of
faith. His original version of the song
expresses the same struggle with life but does so in faith. He added many verses over the years. There are, I think, eighty in all.
I will miss this man and his music. The world is better for his presence in it
and poorer for his departure. I am
sure, however, that the Lord of Song is pleased to hear his hallelujahs.
Hallelujah
– Leonard Cohen – Original version from the album Various Positions
Now I’ve heard there was a secret chord
that David played, and it pleased the Lord,
but you don’t really care for music, do you?
It goes like this: the fourth, the fifth
the minor fall, the major lift;
the baffled king composing Hallelujah!
Hallelujah Hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah
Your faith was strong but you needed proof.
You saw her bathing on the roof;
her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you.
She tied you to a kitchen chair
she broke your throne, and she cut your hair,
and from your lips she drew the Hallelujah!
Hallelujah Hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah
You say I took the Name in vain;
I don’t even know the name.
But if I did, well, really, what’s it to you?
There’s a blaze of light in every word;
it doesn’t matter which you heard,
the holy, or the broken Hallelujah!
Hallelujah Hallelujah
Hallelujah Hallelujah
I did my best; it wasn’t much.
I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch.
I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you.
And even though it all went wrong,
I’ll stand before the Lord of Song
with nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah!
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer
who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home
owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure
store.”
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