paul simon
i really like this song.
but i had never thought of the words before.
i hope this never characterizes me.
i want to be dirty...in peoples lives.
not hidden. not alone. it's not about me.
we often think we need to protect our time alone w/ God.
but...it's so easy to become like this.
sheltered.
thinking we can handle it on our own...and enjoying it...and thinking that's all it is.
let's get dirty.
On a winter’s day
In a deep and dark December,
I am alone.
Gazing from my window
To the streets below
On the freshly fallen snow.
I am a rock.
I am an island.
I’ve built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty
That no one can penetrate.
I have no need of friendship.
Friendship causes pain.
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain.
I am a rock.
I am an island.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me.
And I am shielded in my armor.
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock.
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain.
And an island never cries.
but i had never thought of the words before.
i hope this never characterizes me.
i want to be dirty...in peoples lives.
not hidden. not alone. it's not about me.
we often think we need to protect our time alone w/ God.
but...it's so easy to become like this.
sheltered.
thinking we can handle it on our own...and enjoying it...and thinking that's all it is.
let's get dirty.
On a winter’s day
In a deep and dark December,
I am alone.
Gazing from my window
To the streets below
On the freshly fallen snow.
I am a rock.
I am an island.
I’ve built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty
That no one can penetrate.
I have no need of friendship.
Friendship causes pain.
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain.
I am a rock.
I am an island.
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me.
And I am shielded in my armor.
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock.
I am an island.
And a rock feels no pain.
And an island never cries.

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