On my commute home from work tonight, I listened to The Gunner’s Dream off of Pink Floyd’s The Final Cut. The whole album is great, but every time I listen to this song I get emotionally pummeled. If you have some time, take a moment to listen to it.
Floating down through the clouds
Memories come rushing up to meet me now.
In the space between the heavens
and in the corner of some foreign field
I had a dream.
I had a dream.
After the service when you’re walking slowly to the car
And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air
You hear the tolling bell
And touch the silk in your lapel
And as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band
You take her frail hand
And hold on to the dream.
A place to stay
“Oi! A real one …”
Enough to eat
Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street
Where you can speak out loud
About your doubts and fears
And what’s more no-one ever disappears
You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door.
You can relax on both sides of the tracks
And maniacs don’t blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
And everyone has recourse to the law
And no-one kills the children anymore.
And no one kills the children anymore.
Night after night
Going round and round my brain
His dream is driving me insane.
In the corner of some foreign field
The gunner sleeps tonight.
What’s done is done.
We cannot just write off his final scene.
Take heed of his dream.
A couple of Sundays ago, a lady read this scripture during our morning service.
1 This is what Isaiah son of Amoz saw concerning Judah and Jerusalem:
2 In the last days
the mountain of the Lord’s temple will be established
as the highest of the mountains;
it will be exalted above the hills,
and all nations will stream to it.
3 Many peoples will come and say,
“Come, let us go up to the mountain of the Lord,
to the temple of the God of Jacob.
He will teach us his ways,
so that we may walk in his paths.”
The law will go out from Zion,
the word of the Lord from Jerusalem.
4 He will judge between the nations
and will settle disputes for many peoples.
They will beat their swords into plowshares
and their spears into pruning hooks.
Nation will not take up sword against nation,
nor will they train for war anymore.
5 Come, descendants of Jacob,
let us walk in the light of the Lord.
What does it mean to walk in the light of the Lord? I have to believe that it means first and foremost to know God, to love Him and to walk in the Love that comes with His forgiving and sustaining grace. But to do this is to acknowledge that my will and my way are not ultimate. How can we have peace in a world where each one of us is a deity unto him or herself? I echo Roger’s desire that all forms of oppression should cease. I proclaim that there is only One who can break down all dividing walls of separation. I know of only One who loved his enemies and paved the way for the peace that other men simply dream of.