In the Falling Dark

My son has been listening to this track by Bruce Cockburn, repeatedly recently, meaning that I have to as well! This however is not a problem as it is a truly great lyric.
I love the imagery Cockburn weaves of what he sees, feels and hears as the darkness falls, but even more I love the concluding observation, so easily overlooked, “From the first to the last, we are all one in the gift of grace!”
In the Falling Dark
and the lights lie tumbled out like gems
the moon is nothing but a toothless grin
floating out on the evening wind
the smell of sweat and lube oil pervades the night
and the rush of life in flight at the speed of light
a million footsteps whispering
a guitar sounds — some voices sing
smoke on the breeze — eyes that sting
far in the east a yellow cloud bank climbs
stretching away to be part of tomorrow’s time.
earthbound while everything expands
so many grains of sand
slipping from hand to hand
catching the light and falling into dark
the world fades out like an overheard remark
in the falling dark.
light pours from a million radiant lives
off of kids and dogs and the hard-shelled husbands and wives
all that glory shining around and we’re all caught taking a dive
and all the beasts of the hills around shout, “such a waste!
don’t you know that from the first to the last we’re all one in the gift of Grace!”

You can hear the track here if you are not familiar with Bruce Cockburn

2 Replies to “In the Falling Dark”

  1. I normally read in Google Reader – but when you format stuff in yellow it’s hard to read on GR’s white background – not sure if there’s a technical solution – but I suppose it does get me to come and look at your website’s style!!

  2. David,
    Apologies for mucking up the readability on GR. Will muse on what to do about this. I have to admit my thinking had totally been about the physical look of the blog.
    Thanks for the feedback 🙂

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