November 21, 2016
No Love Dying
Today was supposed to be a politics free post. I had an entire story about education and how we need to improve our approach to digital. Carina got us tickets for Gregory Porter. Towards the end of the concert Porter started talking about a song he plays when traveling to troubled places, to help them heal.
He said: “Now my own country is in trouble,” and continued: “I am patriotic, I love my country. This message is for Donald Trump. For healing, that’s all. There will be no love that’s dying here.”
I guess this was also advice for me, not to get lost in anger but let love guide me.
Here is the video I captured:
And here are the lyrics of the song:
There will be no love that’s dying here
The bird that flew in through my window
Simply lost his way
He broke his wing, I helped him heal
And then he flew away
Well the death of love is everywhere
But I won’t let it be
There will be no love that’s dying here for me
There will be no love that’s dying here
The mirror that fell from the wall was raggedy, that’s all
It rest up on a rusty nail, before it made its fall
Well the bones of love are everywhere but I won’t let it be
There will be no love that’s dying here for me
There will be no love that’s dying here
Four flowers in my Asian vase is not a sign we’re dead
I paid for three, a sweet old lady gave me four instead
There’s some doubt that’s out about this love but I won’t let it be
There will be no love that’s dying here for me
There will be no love that’s dying here
The bird that flew in through my window
Simply lost his way
He broke his wing
I helped him heal
And then he flew away
Well the death of love is everywhere
But I won’t let it be
There will be no love that’s dying here for me