All of Us Under Its Spell

Modified on: May 1, 2018

A song has been going through my head the last several weeks:

Why are there so many songs about rainbows
And what’s on the other side?

At one and the same time, it is a song both of peace and of longing:

Who said that every wish
Would be heard and answered
When wished on the morning star?
Somebody thought of that
And someone believed it
And look what it’s done so far.
What’s so amazing
That keeps us stargazing
And what do we think we might see?

It’s the last stanza that has stopped me short many times this spring, as I contemplate how you have welcomed me into your circle this year, and as we prepare for a service of ordination on May 20:

Have you been half asleep?
And have you heard voices?
I’ve heard them calling my name.
Is this the sweet sound
That called the young sailors?
The voice might be one and the same.
I’ve heard it too many times to ignore it.
It’s something that I’m supposed to be.

This life we live, so extraordinary and so common, is just our life:

We know that it’s probably magic.

And even when we run out of words, the song goes on:

La da da di da da dum da duh da da dum di da ohhh

To the lovers & dreamers, to us all,
thank you—


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