The Storm

Written across a span of time ~ over journeys west to the sea, journeys into my inner storms, journeys always seeking "home"... I had read Ken Carey's "Return of the Bird Tribes," where he talks about the great storm that set upon this land when we forgot our path of peace...

I am waiting for the storm (x3)
To come and shake, shake us awake
Shake shake shake, shake us awake


Drown our sorrows, wash our tears
Heal the wounds from o’er the years
Release our anger, unveil our shame
Rupture the barricades that keep us enchained (insane)


Bridge:
Whoh Earth Quake Thunder, what will it take? (x3)
To come and shake, shake us awake (x2)
Rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ rollin’, rollin’ like a river Jordan (x2)


And I am ready for the storm... (x3)
When the rain falls upon this land,
Let it fall upon my hands
When the wind blows all o’er the place,
Let it blow across my face


And when the sun shall rise again in the sky
At that time, I will dry my eyes
For the storm has been here for many a year
We have shed and shared so many a tear
And the tree of peace has not fallen in vain
Weaving our love, we will rise again


And I am here to see us through the storm
I am here to keep us safe and warm
I am here to see the dream reborn

...
©Spring ‘96, Denver, CO; July ‘98, Bolinas, CA; December 1998, Harbin Hot Springs, CA

Great Mother

A womanfriend had said: "Jesus will come back, but as the Great Mother." Also written in my little Denver home - and yes, on Easter Sunday. Here begins a great tradition of writing songs for the mother, and for the earth, on this strangely Catholic holiday with its roots in the old goddess fertility festivals...

Great Mother, mother of all
She will make our kingdoms fall (x3)
Great Mother

Verse 1:
Once I was lost, but now I’m found
She put my feet back on sacred ground
She said, “in me, you must have faith”
My life she blessed with her sweet embrace

And I will cry for her return
I will cry for her return
I will cry, cry. . .
I will cry for her return

Great Mother, mother of all
She will make our kingdoms fall (x3)
Great Mother

She calls my name in the midnight hour
Gives me a dose of her primal power
River of life, running through my veins
She and I are one and the same

And I will cry for her return
I will cry for her return
I will cry, cry. . .
I will cry for her return

Great Mother, mother of all
. . . she will bring down these Babylon walls
Great Mother!

...
© April 1996 (Easter Sunday), Denver, CO