When I think of heaven
(deliver me in a black-winged bird)
I think of flying down into a sea of pens and feathers
And all other instruments of faith and sex and God
in the belly of a black-winged bird.
Don’t try to feed me
I’ve been here before
And I deserve a little more

I have decided that life is too short, and I’m staying home. I have to go into work tomorrow, I already worked Job #2 today, and I just don’t need anymore stress. This Counting Crows song (Rain King) is always relaxing to me, so I thought that I would include a couple of quotes from it. It makes me think of the hawks that I see flying around here. I always have believed that something that beautiful and serene is God’s way of saying, “I’m here; don’t worry. Just have a good day.” It’s always a good day when I see them fly, and I saw them twice already today.

Although, I daresay my opinion would be quite different if I was a fieldmouse.

Anyway, have a good day! I’m going to go watch the hawks from my back porch for a little while, and then maybe the fireflies a little later.

When I think of heaven
(deliver me in a black-winged bird)
I think of dying
Lay me down in a field of flame and heather
Render up my body into the burning heart of God
in the belly of a black-winged bird.