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Southland of the Heart

When the wild eyed dogs of day to day come snapping at your heels

When there’s so much coming at you that you don’t know how to feel

When they’ve taken all your money and come back your clothes

When your hands are full of thorns but you can’t stop groping for the rose.

In the southland of the heart

where night blooms perfume the breeze

Lie down, Take your rest with Me.

When thoughts you’ve tried to leave behind

Keep sniping from the dark

When the fire burns inside you but

You jump from every spark

When your heart’s beset by memories

You wish you’d never made

When the sun comes up an enemy

And nothing gives you shade.

In the southland of the heart

Where the saints go lazily

Lie down, take your rest with Me.

When the preacher lays his insight down

And claims to lead the blind

When those you trust just get you hooked

and trifle with your mind

When the nightmare’s creeping closer

and your wheels are in the mud

when everything’s ambiguous

except the taste of blood.

In the southland of the heart

There’s no question of degree

Lie down, take your rest with me.

– Bruce Cockburn

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  1. Esther
    May 24, 2012 at 8:51 am

    Beautiful words at just the right time. Thank you, Elizabeth. May you find peace in the days ahead.

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