welcome to the jungle

a few weeks ago a friend shared a version of ‘welcome to the jungle’ with me.
it’s both breath-taking and haunting.
as 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...

at least that's what i'm lamenting. and all this because an artist carries a song differently, slowly and tenderly.

what could be different in our world if we carried our things differently? slower and tenderly? 

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

open their hearts to god

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.