Me and Leonard Cohen

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I became a lover of Leonard Cohen after my husband died.I used to listen for hours
Then the day before Trump became President.LC died after falling

I am glad he didn’t have to live through the past four years as he had cancer
I could believe he died because he knew what dreadful things
would happen in the USA and then also in Europe and the UK

Wait on God,like waiting on a tide.

Wait on God,like waiting on a tide.
The moon exerts her pull with dignity
No human force can change how these seas ride.

We plead with God forever to abide!
Should we fear his great sagacity?
Wait on God as waiting for the tide.

Maybe it is his will which decides
Not ours to go there in audacity
No human force can change how these seas ride.

Do not mock and torment him we flayed
With no control of our temerity
Wait on God be patient towards the tides

When we suffer, we obey our pride
Demand we shall not lose our dignity
No human force can change how great seas ride

For a lover, life has clarity
Within those arms a rich variety
Wait on God,like waiting on a tide.
No human force can change the wild seas ride.

The force of habit

The force of habit cripples human thought
Habit runs along a well oiled rail
Resist the easy path, be whom you ought
The force of habit cripples human thought
Predictions then are truth by cunning sought
As the heavy hammer hits the nail
The force of habit cripples human thought
Habit sends us down the nearest rail

We forget that grief is close to fear


My skin is aching,tender, loss has pierced
My heart needs walls, its boundary has gone.
I miss the touch of love from him so dear |
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A rack of metal pins brought me tears
Why suffer this till I am quite undone?
My skin is aching,tender, by loss pierced

We forget that grief is close to fear
When alone, we panic, what’s to come?
I ache without the love from him so dear

Psychotic, with no unity, who steers?
My head is so remote,I have no plan
My skin is aching,tender, by loss pierced

Cursed be the One who made our sphere
Since Eden went,by so called sin undone
I ache without the love from someone dear

I should get my cell, St.Julian
Hid inside the church wall, does Love come?
My skin is aching,tender, loss has pierced
Uncaressed by him whom I held dear,