This song has been in my head since I heard that Workinesh died last week. It is appropriate today, on the darkest day of the year - Good Friday. It's been a week of grief with Workinesh's death, bombings in Moscow and the Dagestan region of southern Russia, and the pain and passion of Holy Week. I know that my family, our friends at Doma and Because Every Mother Matters, and others are grieving this week too. Let's pray together...
Blessed are the meek who scratch in the dirt
For they shall inherit what's left of the earth
Blessed are the kings who've left their thrones
They are buried in this valley of dry bones
Blessed all of you with an empty heart
For you got nothing from which you cannot part
Blessed is the ego
It's all we got this hour
Blessed is the voice that speaks truth to power
Blessed is the sex worker who sold her body tonight
She used what she got
To save her children's life
Blessed are you, the deaf cannot hear a scream
Blessed are the stupid who can dream
Blessed are the tin canned cardboard slums
Blessed is the spirit that overcomes
wow...just read this..love your heart DAN
Posted by: steffany | July 02, 2010 at 09:25 PM