If It Be Your Will

If It Be Your Will

As Leonard Cohen bids adieu to this crazy world, he leaves behind a stack of songs and poems that will always guide me as I march on desperately trying to guess the riddles of life. 

Some of his songs have fastened themselves to memories and evoke them as though they were happening all over again. "Like a bird on the wire, like a drunk in a midnight choir, I have tried in my way to be free." brings me back to nights out at Leeds University where self-expression and freedom of thought started blossoming within me. "Everybody Knows" was present as I grew up and lost some of the innocence I had clung on to. "I'm Your Man" asked me if I wanted a lover or another kind of love; which was quite thrilling. Lastly, my heart will always quiver when I listen to this one. 

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
Your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
Yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
In city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
But now it's come to distances and both of us must try,
Your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.

Cohen has accompanied me and many others through the years of our lives and will surely live on through his poetry and gravelly voice that speaks as though just to us alone. This week, as the tables turned in the United States, the words that floated to the surface were from this one. Whether from Trump's perspective or someone else's, they have helped me understand. 

They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom
For trying to change the system from within
I'm coming now, I'm coming to reward them
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin
...
I'd really like to live beside you, baby
I love your body and your spirit and your clothes
But you see that line there moving through the station? 
I told you, I told you, told you, I was one of those

Ah you loved me as a loser, but now you're worried that I just might win
You know the way to stop me, but you don't have the discipline
How many nights I prayed for this, to let my work begin
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin
...
And I thank you for those items that you sent me
The monkey and the plywood violin
I practiced every night, now I'm ready
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin
I am guided. 

Lines from "First We Take Manhattan" by Leonard Cohen who died this week, in November 2016.

 

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