So fragile is the world around us…  the cracks become so ordinary that the only thing that catches anyone’s eye is that which is not shattered…

Fragile

If blood will flow
when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the color
of the evening sun
Tomorrow’s rain
will wash the stains away
But something in our minds
will always stay

Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime’s argument
That nothing comes from violence
and nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are

On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star
like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are
How fragile we are

On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star
like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are
How fragile we are

Sting (1988)

 

It reminds me of a more brittle concept that I fell into love with, or rather the source of which…

 

Merciful Eyes

Demon of love
Seraph of treason
Heaven above
Show me the reason
Was the ruler of darkness the angel of light
Did I wake up one morning a creature of night
Can a justified sinner discern wrong from right

CHORUS
When I turn
From your face
Render mercy and grace
Red blood rain
From the sky
God have merciful eyes
Merciful eyes

Innocent tears
Day of the dancer
Heaven come near
Whisper the answer
Did the dead man arise when she entered the room
Did I smell love decaying and call it perfume
Should a justified man know the grave from the womb

CHORUS

Swear by the Ghost
Promises broken
Baby come close
Sorry words spoken
Would the Spirit of Truth make a liar understand
If I reach for the blue with my face in the sand
Could a justified slave call himself a free man

The Choir (1990)

 

The fragility of life seems to be tied directly to the fragility of the human understanding of the concept of grace in the face of fallibility and fallacy.

Just musings this evening.  In response to a very long day.

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