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THE BRAVE ( “Love sets the heart a-dreaming.”) God hasn’t(as yet) finished making the world just…the…gist of it. He makes “the place where the mountains live” and had still to sketch in the actual landscape. So that the mountains Just float in mid-air as if upheld by mist only. He is listening intently on his headphones to music yet to be created. He digs Gabor Szabo’s “Half The Day Is Night.” I don’t know where He gets His slang from! He also had not got around to making people. So that the earth was empty The mountains looked like gigantic beasts that had somehow fallen asleep…frozen into place. One day the mountains will come alive. I tiptoe past their sleeping…just in case. “Well..?” asked God unsure of Himself. “Whatdoya think is it a goer?” I emmm and hawww “Yeah…it’s…something else!” He beamed from ear to ear “But might need a tweak?” “So what is it going to be called?” I obsequiously enquired knowing he had invented me Just to agree with Him. The Big Guy smirked: “I’m thinking of calling it THE BRAVE or perhaps SCOTLAND!”
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Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 10:23 AM UTC
THE BRAVE ( “Love sets the heart a-dreaming.”)
THE BRAVE ( “Love sets the heart a-dreaming.”) God hasn’t(as yet) finished making the world just…the…gist of it. He makes “the place where the mountains live” and had still to sketch in the actual landscape. So that the mountains Just float in mid-air as if upheld by mist only. He is listening intently on his headphones to music yet to be created. He digs Gabor Szabo’s “Half The Day Is Night.” I don’t know where He gets His slang from! He also had not got around to making people. So that the earth was empty The mountains looked like gigantic beasts that had somehow fallen asleep…frozen into place. One day the mountains will come alive. I tiptoe past their sleeping…just in case. “Well..?” asked God unsure of Himself. “Whatdoya think is it a goer?” I emmm and hawww “Yeah…it’s…something else!” He beamed from ear to ear “But might need a tweak?” “So what is it going to be called?” I obsequiously enquired knowing he had invented me Just to agree with Him. The Big Guy smirked: “I’m thinking of calling it THE BRAVE or perhaps SCOTLAND!”
Think I thought that Scotland would be just a continuation of England with a different accent! How wrong was I? It was overwhelmingly awesome and so uniquely itself. Oh and its people! I fell in love with all its magnificent beauty. And oh its mountains and the sense of space...like being at the dawn of creation. Just then Gabor Szabo’s“Half The Day Is Night”came on the car radio and so it was that it returned me to the original maker putting it all together. God of course as it happened was listening on His headphones to the same track because...well...He could! He also as it happened had a need to invent me to give Him the nod as to whether it was all working out. And so it was that Love set the heart a-dreaming.
donall-dempsey
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Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 10:23 AM UTC
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