Speaking to the Heart.
A few weeks ago I was visiting some friends and we got to reminiscing about the music of our youth and we discovered a common bond in the songs of Simon and Garfunkel. To me they could (and can) do no wrong musically! I love their thoughtful and thought-provoking lyrics and their wonderful harmonies. You’d need to have a heart of stone not to be moved by what was probably their greatest hit: Bridge Over Troubled Water. If that’s not a description of God’s tender, all-embracing love for His children, I don’t know what is!
So I went home and dug out my compilation and played it in the car for a few days. It brought back many happy memories, but it also made me do some thinking. Thinking about the ideals we had back then, about the “brave New world’ we were going to build, about the universal brotherhood of all peoples and all that good stuff. What happened to it all?
I think it’s still alive, just finding different ways in which to express itself. If I may make so bold, I think our current initiative here at St. Luke is a reflection of the concern for others which is planted in every human heart and which yearns to find expression.
One of their most moving songs is The Sparrow. It speaks to the idea that we are all one and that ultimately we can only find true peace and joy in sharing the gifts that God has poured upon us.
Here are the lyrics. Take a few minutes to think about them. Am I an oak, a swan, or the golden wheat? Or can I welcome the stranger, the downtrodden, the lonely, the different and take them to my heart?
Who will love a little sparrow who’s traveled far and cries for rest?
Not I said the Oak Tree. I won’t share my branches with no sparrow’s nest.
And my blanket of leaves won’t warm her cold breast.
Who will love a little sparrow and who will speak a kindly word?
Not I said the swan. The entire idea is utterly absurd.
I’d be laughed at and scorned if the others swans heard.
And who will take pity in his heart and who fill feed a starving sparrow?
Not I said the golden wheat. I would if I could but I cannot, I know
I need all my grain to prosper and grow.
And who will love a little sparrow? Will no one speak her eulogy?
I will said the earth. For all I’ve created returns unto me.
From dust were ye made and dust ye shall be.
If you want to hear it sung, it’s on Wednesday Morning 3 a.m. Enjoy!