Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
My mom must have been a bit of a hippie chick back in the day, because she used to sing me this lullaby every night before I went to sleep. Then she would sing me the traditional Sh'ma prayer:
Sh'ma, Yisrael, Adonai Elo-hainu, Adonai Echad.
(and in a whisper:) Baruch Shem K'vod Malchuto L'Olam Va'ed.
Even as a child, or maybe especially as a child, I loved the fusion of the two songs. The McCartney was quiet, spare, mysterious. The Sh'ma was simple, bold, and authoritative - it came in big block letters. I was fascinated by the shapes these two songs made as they crossed paths in my mind.
Aw.
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