Saturday, August 06, 2005
Were You Speaking To Me?
On the steps of Flinders Street Station we huddled together for warmth against the Melbourne city winter and in blessed harmony. We stood a group of nearly 20 and sang.Song book in hand, fingers exposed to the chill.
This is my desire to honour You.
I give You my heart I give You my soul I live for You alone.
But we were alone in so many ways. They did a jig in front of us, threw coins beneath the steps, took photos on their mobile phones, pulled out the guitar string, sang in mock harmony with us.
We were spectacular. There were girls in minis, girls in barebacked halters. Boys in T-shirts waved bottles around. But 'spectacle' was saved for us for in the midst of dissonance - trams gurgling on the tracks, people muttering our idiocy
Amazing grace how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me.
You sing, I sing, I laugh.
But above all that I felt a certain calmness within me. A peaceful desire to touch someone with smile and song. You were there with me all along. You knew that someone heard and thought.
Mai-ke-feng proclaims Love!
Thank you for putting me there that night.
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