Monday, July 25, 2011

Coming Home To Me

This song is a comfort to me, when the internal, spiritual stripping-away work of transformation I am doing feels so hard.  Patty is the voice of God here for me...

I hear the "coming home" part not so much as like, coming home to Her after death (although, that too), but in every moment, in the ordinariness of the daily, if I can just remember, I can lean my head back, and remember I am home...



Anytime you say it with heart
Anytime you're falling apart
When you're washing the sheets
Any stranger you meet
When there's somebody waving goodbye

You're coming home to me, just remember
You're coming home to me

It's a world full of bar rooms and alleys
Of blue nights and red river valleys
When you feel like a shirt and a tie
Or like dirt
Or a lion and no one can see

You're coming home to me, just remember
You're coming home to me

When you get to that place
That's just under the stars
Hanging over the tree
at a quarter to three
When you get there you'll know
That's as far as you go
When you get there you'll see
You were already free
When you get there you'll la la la la la la


When you're lost and you're found
And you're found and you're lost
When you're dancing with no one around

You're coming home to me, just remember
You're coming home to me

1 comment:

  1. you are indeed coming home... reflecting what I saw in you 17 years ago. Amo

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