Wednesday, August 11, 2004
Listening
I was listening in my car the other day:

The atlantic was born today and i'll tell you how...
The clouds above opened up and let it out.
I was standing on the surface of a perforated sphere
When the water filled every hole.
And thousands upon thousands made an ocean,
Making islands where no island should go.
Oh no.

Those people were overjoyed;
they took to their boats.
I thought it less like a lake and more like a moat.
The rhythm of my footsteps crossing flood lands
To your door have been silenced forever more.
The distance is quite simply much too far for me to row
It seems farther than ever before
Oh no.

I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer

I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer
I need you so much closer

So come on, come on
So come on, come on
So come on, come on
So come on, come on"

--"Transatlanticism" by Death Cab for Cutie


My god, what a gorgeous song. Moves me much more than a rousing chorus of "Let the River Flow" or "Better Is One Day."

"The sea is his, for he made it,
and the dry land, which his hands have formed" (Psalm 94:16, NRSV).

"Draw near to God, and he will draw near to you" (James 4:8, NRSV).

It is God who dares me to take one step closer.

posted by Peter at 1:14 AM
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