rapt

You know how sometimes you hear a song or read a poem and you know it is written to you and for you . . . you just know it must be. And you wonder how someone can know you so well. As the singer sings, you become the only person in the room with the song and the singer. The song lasts for an eternity, your soul resonates with identification, and your heart weeps with recognition.

Last night Sade sang me a song that I’d never really heard before and that I’ll never really forget. A song that left me riveted to my chair, mind soaring, and eyes moist and staring at the wall; inconsciently rapt . . .

This is soooo me, except for the “girl” part and the part about “undone” (I have come undone quite a few times over the past two years).

It’s Only Love That Gets You Through

Girl you are rich even with nothing
And you know tenderness comes from pain
It’s amazing how you love
And love is kind and love can give
And get no gain

It’s down a rugged road you’ve come
Though you had every reason
You didn’t come undone
Somehow you made it to the other side
You didn’t suffer in vain

You forgive those who have trespassed against you
And you know tenderness comes from pain
It’s amazing how you love
And love is kind and love can give
And love needs no gain

You didn’t suffer in vain
You know it’s only love
That gets you through
Only love, it’s only love
It’s only love that gets you through