want to believe

...and then there are those days, or indeed hours, when you think any auld nihilist would do. assuming 1. a grasp of personal hygiene, 2. a half decent wardrobe, and 3. a moderately toned bicep... wryly thinking some things were never intended to be provisional...

and then you hear something that reminds you it's so not true...

a beautiful piece of creation breaking into your world, speaking tender honesty...and evoking wonder...

chris furnished me with a copy of the latest lies damned lies offering, ::after virtue::
sat me down and played me this: his musical highlight of greenbelt... our past coming to meet us and remind us what matters...


I think of heaven, where all is well
Where all is well
And even if there is no heaven
I’d make it up
I'd make it up
I think of God, who is so good
Who is so good
And even if there’s no God
I’d make it up
I'd make it up

A man walks alone with his best suit on
His busfare spent and his friends all gone
The bars are all closed and there’s no one home
And yet his hope will keep him warm
I'd see you there, intense and strange
I’d be alone and out of range
I’d be alone and do what’s right
Love everyone, the virtuous life

I live in a city
And drawn to the wild
These are things I’ve reconciled
My heart’s in heaven
But my soul is here
This is the life – these are the years

I think of heaven, where all is well
Where all is well
And even if there is no heaven
I’d make it up
I'd make it up
I think of God, who is so good
Who is so good
And even if there’s no God
I’d make it up
I'd make it up

I'd make it up
I'd make it up



(Reid, Butler, Irvine)

::

as rain chimes on slate, sleep waiting in the wings
may we dream of a place where all is well
and wake with something like hopeful desire and defiant imagination
to carve just a little of that place into these years

to make believe it into being


LB,x