Motherbear

lkisaid thoughts, sounds and creative miscellany episode 63

theillalogicalspoon – Motherbear:

https://theillalogicalspoon.bandcamp.com/track/motherbear

Like a bear robbed of her cubs,
I will attack them and rip them open.
Like a lion I will devour them;
a wild animal will tear them apart.
Hosea 13:8

O Lord Motherbear roar again that we may hear
O Lord Motherbear roar again that we may hear
Wild Love, ancient ones say that you defend your cubs
o Lord Motherbear roar again that we may hear the way back to the tree of life
hellhounds on our trail tonight; o Lord Motherbear roar again, let hell be scared
you dwell in the dark though it seems of late deep caves you hibernate
dark night of the sense filled only with solastalgia
faintly hope for synesthesia, growing so hungry

solstice this time has gone too long we ain’t strong like stone
if you can’t cahnge our woes leave us alone
o for the fortitude of bare trees in February
how long til You heal things? will You frighten a wind-blown leaf?
how long til spring when we eat nettle greens?
they don’t sting half as bad as the wind-chill of Your distant gaze

You unstrung my bow so a harp i made and i turned it to blues of loud morning
O Lord Motherbear roar again that we may hear
O Lord Motherbear roar again that we may hear
many now are through with You i guess they found out You ain’t true
they must have better things to do than pray to nothing
in this world of war it’s hard for anyone to find the wild joy we all desire
i know sometimes you have to go your own way
but i’ve got nowhere else to go and I cannot get over You and i’ve got nothing better to do

i am not over You…i am not over You…i am not over You…

why were we ever born with this great wound at our core
up against such unfair odds and no time to practice?
out in my praying ground i still call out Your name in moonlight
the moonlight dew paints me wet and i sense You are up to something new
i don’t believe You are dead yet

O Lord Motherbear roar again that we may hear
O Lord Motherbear roar again that we may hear
o Lord Motherbear Thy cubs are under attack! Mother, are You there?
Mother, are You there? Mother, are You there to defend us and fight back?
the builders of hell march on, we lose our direction
Savage Mother God, sing Your song, we’ll sing along

i don’t forget what i first saw when the woods were old and tall
Your fresh tracks in the mud, Your scratch on the cedar
i’ve prayed the power of Your paws, my rock, my shelter, Your sharp claws
nevertheless i’ll defend my chest until you rip it open
You have the Song of Life, i only have one tree left to climb
(Because they killed all the rest!)
i sit in the upper branches everyday and cry:
“why have you forsaken us?!” i feel that i may fall off soon,
be rushed to town in an ambulance and forget all about You
the branches are so cold and stiff, but a memory makes me tighten my grip
and though i say no to Your silence it’s still You i speak with
for now…

from theillalogicalspoon sings the last breath of the luna moth under the morel moon., released May 1, 2011

scripture reading: https://oca.org/readings/daily/2019/01/09/2

Luke 20:1-8 (Gospel)

Now it happened on one of those days, as He taught the people in the temple and preached the gospel, that the chief priest

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