a few weeks ago a friend shared a version of ‘welcome to the jungle’ with me.
it’s both breath-taking and haunting.
as i listen to it, i wonder: what could be different if we carried our things differently? more slowly and tender?
the angry words are lullabyed a soft sadness emerges and suddenly we're lamenting.
lamenting our unchecked appetite and the destruction its brings..
lamenting the ways we use each other...
lamenting the ways we take, reach...
lamenting the way we see scarcity not abundance...
welcome to the jungle
it gets worse here everyday
you learn to live like an animal
in the jungle where we play
if you got a hunger for what you see
you'll take it eventually
you can have anything you want
but you better not take it from me
abba poemen said:
the nature of water is soft, that of stone is hard.
but if a bottle is hung above the stone, allowing the water to fall drop by drop, it wears away the stone.
so it is with the word of god; it is soft and our heart is hard, but the man who hears the word of god often, opens his heart to god.