One of my favorite verses in Leonard
Cohen's recent album, “Old Ideas,” is in his “Lullaby” and
goes as follows:
Sleep baby sleep
Sleep baby sleep
There's a morning
to come
The wind in the
trees
They're talking
in tongues
That reminds me of a line in Isaiah
that Old Betty Stocks once sent me just at the right time:
For you shall go out with joy, and be led back in peace; the mountains and the hills shall break forth into singing before you, and all the trees shall clap their hands. - Isaiah 55:12
I think that the words surrounding that passage in Isaiah are saying the same things that Cohen is saying, and I am saying, during this hallowed, old-yet-renewed, time of our lives.
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