The words in my heart
The words in my head
They are the music I hear
The music I sing.
I hear these words no different than this …
And words of others
Find a way to my heart
Find the path to my head
And make their home in me.
Words like this are now a part of me for ever …
The notes and arrangements
Are words I never knew I had
The sense and the sight, the scent and the sigh
They were not mine – but now they are.
This makes sense and sight and scent and sigh …
So as you read these words of GSHJ, of sense and no sense, of scent and no scent at all, of something or nothing … If they do not speak your sense ask me not to make them fit. Ask me not how and why they sit.
They sit in me, they fit in me, this GSHJ and I.
If they fit you not … Let them go.
But before you do …
What if you “allowed” your language to be still.
What if you allowed the music to take you.
What if we each allowed a new scent to become a familiar scent.
What if we were not so quick to judge.
So quick to dismiss.
So quick to despise.
What then might take place …
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Just me being curious 
Very true that we can’t uncompose or unhear a piece of music …. or words. It’s there for ever – like the original Big Bang, echoing around the universe till the end of time!
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The hills are alive with the sound of music …
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”Love is always the answer.”
Maybe it is …. but the biblical character Jesus the Nazarene isn’t.
He is not about love, but abuse and oppression.
A false image that demands obeisance or face eternal damnation.
A doctrine that presumes humans are bad, and he is the cure.
And a barbaric blood sacrifice.
Oh …and a work of fiction too, of course.
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Nice pick! And I lost “my religion” a while back 🙂
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Really? so ou are no longer a Christian? Oh, do tell….
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You have told me you scan only the top and bottom of these posts. Every choice has a consequence. 🙂
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I was being rhetorical.
And no, if you are still a christian then you are still religious ..
Yes, every choice does indeed have consequences. This is the one ”freedom” people tend to forget or ignore.
And on that note, Paul, why do think you aren’t repulsed by being a member of a cult that worships a human sacrifice?
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ROFLOL!! 🙂
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In the 80s we used to include Hey Jude for the teens in Youth Group because we used to allow them a popular music pick after all the Religious music. I have always liked it and it has moved me, and every once in a while it gets into my head.
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If only I could introduce you to the “Geordie rap version” – a version my family put up with (as I was born in Newcastle and have never fully lost my accent) – and a version needing no accompaniment from any orchestra! 🙂
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Geordie – haven’t heard that reference in a while. My ergot was Brummie – not sure of the spelling except my mother hated me to sound like all the other children and made me speak Shropshire.
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The stigma of a regional accent! My job involves speaking to a lot of clients – and the accent I retain means many remember the voice (which makes for a better telephone call and relationships). 🙂
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