Love

I'm between classes at the moment- just got out of dancing and have Styles and Gestures in about 25 minutes. But after a wasting the morning at the Immigation office without getting anywhere, I was having a hard time keeping it together during dancing. I kept thinking about this fire, Dr. Yoon (my dear, dear violin teacher from GPJA days who passed away Monday night from cancer. She couldn't have been out of her 40's), and with the music, the movements, I just could help tearing up over and over again. But there is a song that Andrew Petersen sings that helps me, well maybe not understand everything, because how can we? But it gives me hope and seems to clarify to me at least, why the living should keep on going, and going, and going. I'll try to attach the MP3 once I get home, so check again later for a listen.

"After the last tear falls, after the last secret's told
After the last bullet tears through flesh and bone,
After the last child starves and the last girl walks the boulevard,
After the last year that's just too hard,
There is love, love love love
There is love, love love love
There is love

After the last disgrace, after the last liar saves some face,
After the last brutal jab from a poison tongue,
After the last dirty politician, after the last meal down at the mission,
After the last lonely night in prison,
There is love, love love love
There is love, love love love
There is love

And in the end, the end is oceans and oceans of love and love again,
We'll see how the tears that have fallen were caught in the palms of the
Giver of love and the Lover of all
And we'll look back on these tears as old tales

After the last plan fails, after the last siren wails,
After the last young husband sails off to join the war,
After the last "this marriage is over",
After the last young girl's innocence is stolen,
After the last years of silence that won't let a heart open
There is love, love love love,
There is love, love love love,
There is love

And in the end, the end is oceans and oceans of love and love again,
We'll see how the tears that have fallen were caught in the palms of the
Giver of love and the Lover of all
And we'll look back on these tears as old tales"