These Are the Days (Van Morrison)
These are the days of the endless summer
These are the days, the time is now
There is no past, there’s only future
There’s only here, there’s only now
Oh your smiling face, your gracious presence
The fires of spring are kindling bright
Oh the radiant heart and the song of glory
Crying freedom in the night
These are days of the endless dancing and the
Long walks on the summer night
These are the days of the true romancing
When I’m holding you oh, so tight
These are the days now that we must savor
And we must enjoy as we can
These are the days that will last forever
You’ve got to hold them in your heart.
These are the days by the sparkling river …
Those were the days and these are the days – the only days we’re given. May we embrace them as the treasures they are.
Thinking back on the 1960s, the time of this song, the time I came up, the time of war, then of healing and boundless possibilities - days when we really did think in terms of "Oh the radiant heart and the song of glory crying freedom in the night," and thinking now, what now? Those days are past, and what are these days? A time of slowing, slowing and remembering with sweet nostalgia how it was? Or a time of turning from the long middle of life, now toward now (enriched by what went before) and what lies ahead like a sparkling lake in the high snowy mountains, into lakes, lakes into streams, into lakes, into sparkling rivers and
These are the days
All the days we’re given
All that we have
I added a new site to the "other links" section on the right side of the page. I met Jo on the internet - his passion for Burma shines on through his photographs and words. I hope you'll visit Pictures from Myanmar.