Death is not the end

When the storm clouds gather ’round you
And heavy rains descend
Just remember that death is not the end
And there’s no one there to comfort you
With a helpin’ hand to lend
Just remember that death is not the end
Not the end, not the end
Just remember that death is not the end

Oh, the tree of life is growing
Where the spirit never dies
And the bright light of salvation shines
In dark and empty skies

(van 'Death Is Not the End', Bob Dylan, op het album Down in the Groove)

Paaszondag. Ik denk aan 'Death is Not the End' van Bob Dylan. De dood is het einde niet. De boom des levens groeit waar de geest nooit sterven zal. En het heldere licht van verlossing schijnt
in donkere en lege luchten.

A hill near Jerusalem

There is a hill near Jerusalem
That wild flowers grow upon
Flowers don’t speak but they speak to each other
Of a crucifixion
Just because He said He was
The Son of God
And the fury of that moment they felt
But they could only silently look upon

Every city bar brawl, every fist fight
Every bullet from a gun
Is written upon the palms of the Holy One.

(van 'There Is a Valley', Bill Fay)