I am sure I have written on this song before, and as mentioned – it just keeps crashing into my life. Tonight was no different. And I wanted to share with my crew here the comment I had for it with my good friend, Heart Song .
The song I am refering to is Hallelujah by Rufus Wainwright:
The response this brought tonight is what follows:
I still love the Rufus Wainright rendition of this song. Every single time it rings right through me to my very core. Each time I find myself crying, tears of pain, tears of joy, tears of wonder at what I sometimes fear I will never ever know.
The song can be heard in so many ways, the religious, the love of a woman, the look of society.. but for me it rings of love, and its distance and almost lost absence in my world. Now I know I have the love of my family and that of my friends. And for that I will ALWAYS be grateful – the love I speak of is that GREAT LOVE.. the one where you find the other part of your self, the part you didn’t even know was missing.
I have spent a great deal of time in my life wondering what must that truly feel like, then despairing that I would never feel it, to being hopeful I might someday. And now most days I just assume its possible though not likely. It seems for whatever purpose of life I am meant to serve a more solitary function. And I have made my peace with that in most aspects. And still there is a part of my heart that aches, and this particular tune seems to draw it out. There are a few others but only a handful at best.
To me this song is of a love that is not known, the longing to feel that passion, that surrender, that embrace. The perspective of what those feelings must truly be like but without a true point of reference. A cold and a broken hallelujah…the sound of love for the unknown, for the desired but not yet attained, the sound of a heart reaching into the night to find a light in the darkness…
Well I’ve been here before
I’ve seen this room and I’ve walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew ya
I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah
Still I wander, looking for that marble arch, someday my soul to give to the hands of one who will love and care for it for the rest of my days.
Filed under: Life Lessons
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Mr. Wainwright’s version is beautiful. I looked it up recently after your comments and heard an audio version, but I like it better in the live version you published.
Leonard Cohen as a way of capturing the most raw and human emotions, feelings too big for most of us to put into words, yet he manages to compact them into melody and rhythm and touch all our secret places.
Keep your heart open, friend…
Heartsong
Indigo – Hugs back!
Linda – ya know Im not sure I knew that this was created by Mr Cohen, though it doesn’t surprise me. Such a talent is rarely embodied, let alone witnessed by so many through time.