Desolation

I have a theory I would like to run past you:

I think that any sad, soulful love song can be read as the prayer of a soul bereaved from God in desolation.

Our relationship with God is so deep, and so risky, that it resembles romantic sexual love, with humankind as the woman. The Song of Songs and other scriptures support this idea.

With this in mind, I offer you this music video, which I consider to be a masterpiece of its genre. Please note how it is hauntingly shot in one piece, (on West Pico Boulevard, Los Angeles) featuring Shara Nelson on vocals and music by Massive Attack. The track is called “Unfinished Sympathy”.

Don’t watch it if this sort of modern, profane material upsets you. Here are the lyrics:

I know that I’ve been mad in love before
And how it could be with you
Really hurt me baby, really cut me baby
How can you have a day without a night
You’re the book that I have opened
And now I’ve got to know much more

The curiousness of your potential kiss
Has got my mind and body aching
Really hurt me baby, really cut me baby
How can you have a day without a night
You’re the book that I have opened
And now I’ve got to know much more

Like a soul without a mind
In a body without a heart
I’m missing every part

 

About Brother Burrito

A sinner who hopes in God's Mercy, and who cannot stop smiling since realizing that Christ IS the Way , the Truth and the Life. Alleluia!
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5 Responses to Desolation

  1. toadspittle says:

    …One for JH (and Burro, of course. And everyone.)

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  2. I think this idea is more than just a “theory.” Doesn’t Aquinas write somewhere that when we desire any object or any human being that we perceive as good, the real object of our desire – although we are usually unaware of it – is God, since all goodness in the universe is really, in essence, the goodness of God?

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  3. kathleen says:

    Desolation = a condition we all carry in the most innermost part of our beings, while we, exiled pilgrims on Earth, journey in search of God and our true home with Him for all Eternity.

    Made in God’s Image and Likeness, we have the capacity to love deeply, selflessly, passionately… but no love for another human being (or object) can ever fully satisfy, for no created being brings us the fulfillment we seek. Yet the ‘longing’ is there, inbuilt in our make-up, so Man searches in vain, high and low, and too often in all the wrong places, to fill this enormous void within him.

    Only the Creator of ‘creatures’ can bring this yearned-for fulfillment. And yet, even when we discover this truth, the great desire for God, this longing, will never be fully satisfied whilst we live, victims that we are of our inherited iniquity (Original Sin), with the unavoidable scales of ‘worldliness’ still covering our eyes.
    Picking up our daily crosses (for they are many) and following in the Divine ‘footsteps’ of our God and Saviour, is the greatest balm for our troubled souls, our desolation, this side of Heaven.

    How beautifully St. Augustine puts it:

    “O eternal Truth, true Love, and beloved Eternity, you are my God, and for you I sigh day and night. As I first began to know you, you lifted me up and showed me that, while that which I might see exists indeed, I was not yet capable of seeing it. Your rays beamed intensely on me, beating back my feeble gaze, and I trembled with love and dread. I knew myself to be far away from you in a region of unlikeness, and I seemed to hear your voice from on high: “I am the food of the mature: grow, then, and you shall eat me. You will not change me into yourself like bodily food; but you will be changed into me.”

    Accordingly I looked for a way to gain the strength I needed to enjoy you, but I did not find it until I embraced the mediator between God and man, the man Christ Jesus, who is also God, supreme over all things and blessed for ever. He called out, proclaiming I am the Way and Truth and the Life, nor had I known him as the food which, though I was not yet strong enough to eat it, he had mingled with our flesh, for the Word became flesh so that your Wisdom, through whom you created all things, might become for us the milk adapted to our infancy.

    Late have I loved you, O Beauty ever ancient, ever new, late have I loved you! You were within me, but I was outside, and it was there that I searched for you. In my unloveliness I plunged into the lovely things which you created. You were with me, but I was not with you. Created things kept me from you; yet if they had not been in you they would not have been at all. You called, you shouted, and you broke through my deafness. You flashed, you shone, and you dispelled my blindness. You breathed your fragrance on me; I drew in breath and now I pant for you. I have tasted you, now I hunger and thirst for more. You touched me, and I burned for your peace.”

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  4. Brother Burrito says:

    Great comments thank you Kathleen and RJB. Truth to tell, I was nervous about the response of our regular readers to this rather left-field post.

    Kathleen, I’m glad to see your hardware gremlins have been cured 😉

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