Senses and Soul
Dublin Core
Title
Senses and Soul
Description
Author: D. Barron
Air: Táim i mo Shuí
Táim i mo Shuí: I am sitting. The pace and complexity of our modern world is often too much for us. The distress and strain of life fragments our sense of wellbeingng; our human nature is dismembered. We are unhappy and discontented. We need to make time for ourselves to recreate our selves, in all our human potential and richness. We need to sit, to take time to allow our human nature reconnect with God’s Nature, to allow Nature to restore us towards our full humanity.
Lyrics:
When the scream of the city has dazzled and frazzled my brain
And the strain and distress everyday seems just the same
I return to Nature seeking escape from the race
And make time for my mind to refind my senses and soul.
When my eyes are scarred by the grasp of the screen’s gaudy glare,
Tv, PC, iPhone and iPad all reign the same,
My eyes seek the green, the azure, the purple, the grey
And make time for my mind to refind my senses and soul.
When my ears are numbed by the drum of the city’s loud wail
And the voices all talking at me are dazing my brain
I long for the whisper of wind or the lapping of lake
And make time for my mind to refind my senses and soul.
When the fumes of the city pollute my nostrils and skin
And the stench seems to ooze from every pore in my being
I seek the embrace of wild wave or high mountain wind
And make time for my mind to refind my senses and soul.
Air: Táim i mo Shuí
Táim i mo Shuí: I am sitting. The pace and complexity of our modern world is often too much for us. The distress and strain of life fragments our sense of wellbeingng; our human nature is dismembered. We are unhappy and discontented. We need to make time for ourselves to recreate our selves, in all our human potential and richness. We need to sit, to take time to allow our human nature reconnect with God’s Nature, to allow Nature to restore us towards our full humanity.
Lyrics:
When the scream of the city has dazzled and frazzled my brain
And the strain and distress everyday seems just the same
I return to Nature seeking escape from the race
And make time for my mind to refind my senses and soul.
When my eyes are scarred by the grasp of the screen’s gaudy glare,
Tv, PC, iPhone and iPad all reign the same,
My eyes seek the green, the azure, the purple, the grey
And make time for my mind to refind my senses and soul.
When my ears are numbed by the drum of the city’s loud wail
And the voices all talking at me are dazing my brain
I long for the whisper of wind or the lapping of lake
And make time for my mind to refind my senses and soul.
When the fumes of the city pollute my nostrils and skin
And the stench seems to ooze from every pore in my being
I seek the embrace of wild wave or high mountain wind
And make time for my mind to refind my senses and soul.
Creator
Dave Barron
Publisher
From Carlow Streams
Contributor
Richard Breen
Files
Collection
Citation
Dave Barron, “Senses and Soul,” From Carlow Streams, accessed November 21, 2024, https://fromcarlowstreams.ie/items/show/11.