Twice the Inspiration
The weather has been a bit, well, 'very Paia' -- the town I'm staying in. It's a mile from the wind surfing capitol of the world. And it's been living up to its reputation, along with plenty of rain. So yesterday I put on my iPod and listened to some tunes as I watched the rain fall. I heard a song that took on a whole new meaning for me. It's John Hiatt's, "Through Your Hands" and this time I heard it while thinking about Israel and the powerlessness I think many of us feel in trying to help her. I think it sort of sums up what many of us bloggers are trying to do, and why we blog (whether or not it's for Israel).
You were dreaming on a park bench
'Bout a broad highway somewhere
When the music from the carillon
Seemed to hurl your heart out there
Past the scientific darkness
Past the fireflies that float
To an angel bending down
To wrap you in her warmest coat
And you ask, "What am I not doing?"
She says "Your voice cannot command.
In time, you will move mountains,
And it will come through your hands."
Still you argue for an option
Still you angle for your case
Like you wouldn't know a burning bush
If it blew up in your face
Yeah, we scheme about the future
And we dream about the past
When just a simple reaching out
Might build a bridge that lasts
So whatever your hands find to do
You must do with all your heart
There are thoughts enough
To blow men's minds and tear great worlds apart
There's a healing touch to find you
On that broad highway somewhere
To lift you high
As music flying
Through the angel's hair.
Don't ask what you are not doing
Because your voice cannot command
In time we will move mountains
And it will come through your hands.