Thursday, August 21, 2008



I love you.

All this way, the shit I’ve seen, and that’s all I got. I love you.

I thought escape, escape! But distance just makes the heart sing louder. Until it’s a god-damn carousel in my ears, spinning me to sleep at night.

I want to touch you, consume you, make your body bend to mine. These roads are so weary, Mara.

I belong to you (I love you).

That’s all I am.

So please, baby. Please.

Sing me home.

Well there was a time when you let me know
What's really going on below
But now you never show that to me, do you?
But remember when I moved in you
And the holy dove was moving too
And every breath we drew was Hallelujah

--Jeff Buckley, performing Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah

[Photos of Ohio's Smallest Church, near Belpre]


23rd Floor Blues said...

You write so real. love Leonard Cohen too.
I'm still around, just hiding in palin sight. :oP

*~*{Sameera}*~* said...

Lovely romantic postcard!And the smallest church is so pretty :)

Scott said...

Oh, I loooove that song. Funny that I heard it on the Shrek soundtrack, but it's a wonderful song.

I wanted to reply to you to about your comment on my last post. It's just that I haven't been around much, and whenever I do something, another something slips--and that something lately has been work.

Anyway, I do love the way kids are so unintentionally funny. When they try it comes down to farts and butt cracks.

Anonymous said...

I love that song. Wow! Thank you so much for sharing that.

As for the photo, what a cool small church.

Great writing as always.

Sarah Hina said...

Ruth, is that you? :) I'll check out your new blog soon--it looks great!

Sameera, that church captured my fancy. I think it's the smallness. Looks big enough for two, but no more. Thanks!

Scott, that song is just stunning. It's a religious experience, but in a manner I can relate to.

I hope things slow down a bit for you, Scott. But yes, kids are hilarious when they're not trying. :) I should write some of it down sometime, so I don't forget.

You're welcome, Paul! It gave me an excuse to listen to it again.

As for the church, those little hole-in-the-wall spots are interesting. In a way, they have to invent interest through some kind of eccentricity. And it worked--I stopped. :)

Anonymous said...

Please, indeed.

I hope the postcard finds the recipient well.

(Great to see the church! Any chance of seeing the ginormous Jesus inside?)

Aine said...

Heart is where the home is. Why, oh why, did he leave (or perhaps, why did she leave...)?

Great song. I'm embarrassed to say that I've only ever heard it on American Idol (by Jason Castro). I'm off to check out the lyrics more closely...

Ditto what Jason said about the photo!

Charles Gramlich said...

I wonder how many folks can get in that church?

Sarah Hina said...

Jason, the sender is desperate for salvation. Just not the kind found in that church. The recipient remains a bit of a mystery, I suppose.

(The J man was shy about photos. PTL! ;))

Aine, I think he left because he was overwhelmed by something too big for him to handle, at that moment. Maybe he recognizes what's been lost, though.

I'm glad you liked the song! I'm always spellbound by it. There's such a wounded, naked quality to the words, and Buckley's rendition.

Charles, there are 4 mini-pews. So it seats 8. But I doubt more than two are in there at any one time.

Sheri said...

That is one of my all time favorite songs. But I have Rufus Wainwright's version.

Sarah Hina said...

That's a good one too, Sheri. Off to go check it out on Youtube...


ChrisEldin said...

I LOVE that song!!! Love it.
Beautiful pairing.

aoc gold said...



What is pink? A rose is pink

By the fountain's brink.


What is red? A poppy's red

In its barley bed.


What is blue? The sky is blue

Where the clouds float thro'.


What is white? A swan is white

Sailing in the light.


What is yellow? Pears are yellow,

Rich and ripe and mellow.


What is green? The grass is green,

With small flowers between.


What is violet? Clouds are violet

In the summer twilight.


What is orange? Why, an orange,

Just an orange!

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