All the glory that the Lord has made And the complications when I see His face In the morning in the window All the glory when He took our place But He took my shoulders, and He shook my face And He takes and He takes and He takes
- Sufjan Stevens, Casimir Pulaski Day, from Illinoise
A sobering day and one for solidarity and silence, not political posturing or analysis. Some Londoners may be feeling like Sufjan, here singing a song about a friend lost to cancer, a song of shaken faith. It seemed to meet my mood this evening.
john davies
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