Kathará Dheftéra

Kathará Dheftéra, ‘Clean Monday,’ and the weather is sun and blue sky here in the Pacific Northwest of America. Looking out my window, I think of the kite flying that goes on in Greece on this day, and trips to the beach. This day also reminds me somehow (I don't know why) of a song written and sung by my second son Andrew, which I am reproducing below and, if you would like to hear it, sharing it HERE.

Over Mountains

Do you ever wonder
Why we're in this world?
Flies caught in this web
Of material confusion?
Do you really think
You'd be satisfied
At the end of time?
Sure you will. That's how
it's supposed to be.

Forty years of suicide,
All for a life that lied.

Let me take you flying
Over mountains and hills.
We could be children again
Without a single care.
Let me take you to a place
Where no one but God
Is watching us, watching us.

Do you ever dream
Of being young again?
To run around free
In nature's perfect world?
I've seen you curse the world
And its false majesty.
"There's no way out," you say,
"so I'll have to let it be."

Are we really trapped
In this life?
Or can we evade
this pointless strife?

Let me take you flying
Over mountains and hills.
We could be children again
Without a single care.
Let me take you to a place
Where no one but God
Is watching us, watching us.

Andrew Gorny

from the album If Only They Knew