There and Back Again

Pondering: One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe)

I never did quite understand why my sister Myra loves the song Wild Horses so much until I listened to it last night. And I mean really listen, and understand what the song is trying to say.

Faith has been broken, tears must be cried.
Let’s do some living after we die.

Wild horses couldnt drag me away.
Wild, wild horses, we’ll ride them some day.

In the stillness of the evening, inside the peace and quite of my room, while my heart throbbed a steady hum, and my mind slowly receded to rest – I realized that this is probably one of the most beautiful love songs ever written, though it may not even be a love song. (Who knows whatever goes on in the heads of Keith Richards and Mick Jagger anyway?)

But for me, it’s a love song alright – and a sad, sad one indeed.