Come Away

I was just thinking, not sure what about, when my thoughts turned to some songs by Don Francisco that were fairly foundational to my childhood faith and understanding of God. In particular, the spoken words of his song "Come Away" came pretty strongly to mind, so I thought they might be important to consider (maybe a good start for a meditation on the myth of Progress):

The rhythm of the city
An emotionless machine
Manufacturing reality
Shiny but unclean
Built on sand and fantasy
Mirror of mirage
Reflected by the silver screen,
The chrome in the garage
Vision blocked by concrete
Callused hearts encased
Deafened by the drum beat
Tongues too seared to taste
Masked by thrum of engines
And the chatter of the screen
The still small voice is buried
The footpath isn't seen

Images and idols
Technologically devised
Words of cotton candy
That dissolve before your eyes
Intellect and science
Worshipped by decree
Giving credit to illusion
So the chained believe they're free
Fundamental skeletons
In self-appointed roles
Cloaked in robes of office
But carnivorous of souls
Speaking words that come from knowledge
But do not come from light
Letter lacking spirit
Adding darkness to the night
(Copyright stuff - by Don Francisco)

And then, for balance, maybe also contemplate the sung-part of the song:

Come away, come away
Into quiet and trust, come away
Come away, come away
In repentance and rest, come away

For the heavens are telling the glory of God
The works of His hands teach His ways
The night reveals knowledge
We must understand
His invisible nature
Is explained through the day