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I’ve recently read Karen Armstrong’s memoir Spiral Staircase which has inspired difficult spiritual and personal revelations that also coincide with the work I am a part of at the L.A. Catholic Worker. Here are the resulting song lyrics.
Mother I left home just for a month this time
I didn’t know I wouldn’t return.
That’s not to say I didn’t imagine it this way,
but now I can’t imagine a world as good as this one.
I climb the spiral staircase one step at a time,
but I’ve seen it all before and I know, I know it’s not mine.
It’s no fault of yours you tried to mold me into
a citizen of this earth, with your religion and politics.
We all I need something to build our lives on,
so we can tear it up, burn it down, and build it back up where we belong.
But I climb the spiral staircase two steps at a time,
hoping for a new view on life, yeah one that is mine.
We all face that old beast in the night,
that paralyzes your body but leaves intact your soul and your mind.
Is this present moment all we’ll ever ever have,
the past tense, future tense just lies that we believe in, in death?
As I climb the spiral staircase two steps at a time,
stuck in this moment is this the end of the line?
Oh, is this the end, end of the line?
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Now you can just go ahead and record yourself playing and singing this song. Then post that. I can read the lyrics but it would mean so much more if I could hear you. But lovely, just lovely.
Comment by amanda October 13, 2010 @ 12:54 amI read some of your stuff at Mouse Tales, and very much liked it, so that brought me over here. Now I notice you’re involved in the Catholic Worker movement? That’s amazing. I’m a masters student in theology at St. Mary’s Seminary right now. Keep up the good work.
Comment by Richard Crenwelge December 30, 2010 @ 4:19 pm