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I Heard the Bells

This famous Christmas carol was based on the poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.  He penned these verses on Christmas Day 1863, when he found out that his son had been wounded in the Battle of New Hope Church during the American Civil War.

I Heard the Bells
Written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Performed by Jars of Clay.

I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet the words repeat
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

I thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along the unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

And in despair I bowed my head:
“There is no peace on earth,” I said,
“For hate is strong and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.”
Of peace on earth, good will to men.

And in despair I bowed my head:
“There is no peace on earth,” I said,
“For hate is strong and mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good will to men.”
Of peace on earth, good will to men
Of peace on earth, good will to men

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead, nor doth he sleep;
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail,
With peace on earth, good will to men.”

Till, ringing singing, on its way,
The world revolved from night to day,
A voice, a chime, a chant sublime,
Of peace on earth, good will to men!

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The Ruin of the Beast

In my previous post, I wrote a bit about Burlap to Cashmere’s only album.  I just found this music video by Steven Delopoulos, Burlap’s frontman and primary creative.  He has done a few solo projects in the last few years and here is “The Ruin of the Beast.”  The artwork in this video is amazing.  And the meaning of the song?  Well, I’m still working on that one.

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Vera Mae

Where did you go today, Vera Mae?

She took off her apron
and walked out the door,
down the steps and crossed the street.

She laid down on the velvet patch,
clasped the blades between her fingers
and stared at the blue canvas above.

Where did you go today, Vera Mae?

A tear tumbled down off her cheek,
she prayed, “O God, are you there?
If this is my lot, it’s well with my soul.”

The crisp air hugged her cheeks
and settled down deep in her lungs.
“This is my lot and it is well.”

Where did you go today, Vera Mae?
You left your apron behind
and the screen door wide open.

Where did you go today, Vera Mae?

You left your apron behind.