Giving Thanks Pearls

When I was thought of Katy in Zimbabwe - from my last post.She was picking through a recently ploughed field for corn kernels to get back to her grandson.Without her, the baby would surely perish.She was leaving to part these precious grains with him even though she hadn't eaten in 3 days.After writing that while I was reminded of a call by Sade called "Pearls".If you accept not heard it. you should.

t is on an album called "Love Deluxe" from '92.Old school, but oh so wonderful.Smooth.Silky.Fine.

I remember washing the dishes and hearing to the words - really listening.You know, sometimes when you get new music you listen first to the sense of it.It isn't until after a piece that you listen to the message.Anyway, I was finally listening to themessage of this lovely song.I stopped the chores I was doing and sat in presence of the speakers with the liner notes in face of me, reading along as Sade sang.I listened again with my eyes closed. Mesmerized.It isn't exactly the lyrics.It is her voice.Hypnotic, powerful.

I hadn't heard this album in a piece but after posting yesterday's piece I was worn to it again.Once again it touched me.Here are the lyrics.If you get a fortune to hear to it sometime, you should [click on one of the links above].I can't guarantee that it will give you cry but it WILL take you find something.The submarine in this call is Somalian.She is scraping for pearls on the roadside and not in the freshly plowed field that Katy searched.But they are both searching for pearls.Pearls.In Sade's song our hero is only human, her actions and feelings universal.

there is a woman in somalia

scraping for pearls on the roadside

there's a power stronger than nature

keeps her will alive

this is how she's dying

she's dying to survive

don't love what she's made of

i would wish to be that brave

she cries to the heaven above

there is a pit in my heart

she lives a living she didn't choose

and it hurts like brand-new shoes

hurts like brand-new shoes

there is a woman in somalia

the sun gives her no mercy

the same sky we lay under

burns her to the bone

long as afternoon shadows

it's gonna have her to get home

each grain carefully wrapped up

pearls for her little girl

hallelujah

hallelujah

she cries to the heaven above

there is a pit in my heart

she lives in a man she didn't choose

and it hurts like brand-new shoes

hurts like brand-new shoes