Talk about biting the hand that feeds Sitting there watching as it bleeds Try your best in the winter light When it really should be summer night
Is it too late, baby? Too late now Too late, baby? Too late now Too late for you to realize Everything could have been alright
Is it been to long? Yeah Is it too long now Is it too long for you to make the change? Gotta love yourself to make a better day
I hate the way you don’t want to move What’s the matter? Money rules the groove now What we’re doing here today Won’t make the bad life go away
You gotta grow the beard Find the doubt And maybe you’ll work Something out, hey
Is it too long baby? Too long now yeah Too long for you to make the change You got to love yourself To make a better day, better day
Look out
And recognize your soul And everything’s alright You gotta see the whole And everything’s alright
Come on give yourself a break Everything’s alright We’ll be breathing deep And everything’s alright
Well, come on come on come on Everything’s alright
In a dream I was crossing African plains And elephant’s graveyard, a bone dry place And I was wondering why there was no more rain And in a pile of bones, I saw your face
Time it’s time to live Time it’s time to live through the pain
Time it’s time to live, now that it’s all over Time it’s time to live Time it’s time to live through the pain Now that it’s over, now that it’s over
Kissing a gray garden
Shadow and shade Sunlight treads softly
As bad as bad becomes It’s not a part of you
Contempt is ever breeding Trapped in itself Time it’s time to live Time it’s time to live through the pain Time it’s time to live, now that it’s all over Time it’s time to live Time it’s time to live through the pain Now that it’s over, now that it’s over, now that it’s over
As bad as bad becomes It’s not a part of you
The wicked and the weeping Ramble or run Time it’s time to live Time it’s time to live for living Time it’s time to live, now that it’s all over Time it’s time to live Time it’s time to live for living Time it’s time to live, now that it’s all over Now that it’s over, now that it’s over
I can see night in the day time Into the woods I quietly go It takes all the strength I have in me These are the woods The night of the soul Painful to see Love without action Painful to see years of neglect Achin’ to see all that they see Still telling lies to the remains of respect Creatures we are worth defending It takes the right word said from the heart Given to you without ending Given to you, the purpose of art Thousands of plans, I’ve made many I wonder just how many plans I have made Feelin’ this mood overtake me Finally to see the truth as it fades Out of these woods will you take me Out of these woods, out of the strom Sinless child can you save me Guilty man, freedom is yours
Here’s to the babies of a brand new world Here’s to the beauty of the stars Here’s to the travellers on the open road Here’s to the dreamers in the bars Here’s to the teachers in the crowded rooms Here’s to the workers in the fields Here’s to the preachers of the sacred word Here’s to the drivers at the wheel Here’s to you my little love With blessings from above Now let the day begin Here’s to you my little love With blessings from above Now let the day begin Let the day begin Here’s to the winners of the human race Here’s to the losers in the game Here’s to the soldiers of the bitter war Here’s to the wall that bears their name Here’s to you my little love With blessings from above Now let the day begin Here’s to you my little love With blessings from above Now let the day begin Let the day begin Let the day begin Let the day… start Here’s to the doctors and their healing work Here’s to the loved ones in their care Here’s to the strangers on the streets tonight Here’s to the lonely everywhere Here’s to the wisdom from the mouths of babes Here’s to the lions in the cage Here’s to the strugglers of the silent war Here’s to the closing of the age Here’s to you my little love With blessings from above Now let the day begin Oh! Here’s to you my little loves With blessings from above Now let the day begin Here’s to you my little loves With blessings from above Now let the day begin Here’s to you my little loves With blessings from above Now let the day begin Let the day begin Let the day… start
In 2000, when our daughters were 10 and 6, I saw a list of new Christmas-themed books that included Catherine Salton’s Raphael and the Noble Task. I found it at the local bookstore and was immediately taken with David Weitzman’s beautiful illustrations. I read it aloud to the family, and we all enjoyed it very much. Even though it’s technically a children’s book, it will appeal to readers of all ages, much like C. S. Lewis’ Narnia series.
Raphael speaks with The Alchemist, another of his cathedral’s statues
I decided advent 2024 was as good a time as any to revisit this charming tale of a Gothic cathedral’s chimère (French for a statue of a chimera) named Raphael and his quest to find a Noble Task to justify his existence. Raphael is a griffin, placed above the cathedral’s main entrance. He has a lion’s body and legs, eagle’s wings, and the head and neck of a dragon. He is bored and lonely, and he visits the statue of an alchemist who refers to an older cathedral guardian named Parsifal who is no longer around. It is the alchemist who plants the idea of a noble task in Raphael’s head.
Once Raphael decides he needs to perform a noble task, he decides to ask other members of the cathedral statuary what he should do. He first goes to a couple of tomb effigies of a knight and his wife, but they’re so busy bickering they can’t help him. Next, he approaches a gargoyle who is near his niche, but, like all gargoyles, this one – named Madra-Dubh (Black Dog) – is very rude and condescending:
Raphael steeled his resolve. “You see, I’m trying to find something, and I think you might know where it is,” he said as quickly as possible.
“Oooh, and it’s trying to find something,” crowed Madra-Dubh as the others cackled gleefully. “Not good enough for the fawning idle-headed dewberry to sit in its donkey-spotted behind and do its right job, mark me! Nooo, it’s got to go thumping about pestering the working folk with foolish don’t-you-knows. Go drop some feathers, ye molting chicken-witted dragglebeak, and leave us in peace, then.” (pages 21 – 22)
Raphael eventually finds the scriptorium (library), and even though he can’t read, he sees an illustration in an illuminated manuscript. It depicts a knight in silver armor slaying a dragon. Because Raphael resembles the dragon, he begins to doubt his own integrity and wonder if he is actually evil. At this point in the story, there is beautiful scene set in a side chapel where Raphael, tortured by gnawing self-doubt, encounters a statue of Mary with her child Jesus, and he is immediately set at peace.
A young woman with a gentle expression gazed out at him from the darkness. Her plain blue gown fell in folds to her bare feet, and her hair was unbound, spreading over her shoulders in rippling veil. In her arms she cradled a baby, who reached up with one small hand to touch her face in a gesture of cam devotion. As Raphael stood wondering, his head cocked to one side, he felt as if his hurt and disappointment were being softly lifted away. For the young woman seemed to speak to him in a manner he did not fully understand; she did not move, nor did she actually say a word, but all the same, she told Raphael a long and beautiful story. In the icy darkness of that chapel, she spoke gently to Raphael alone. She spoke of joy in good times, and patience in hard, and of hope even in the bleakest hours of all. (page 41)
Once he has returned to his niche over the main portal, though, his self-doubt returns. And then one day, he sees a young woman in desperate straits hurry up the steps to leave her baby in the “foundling” box – a place for babies whose parents can’t feed them or care for them. In a flash Raphael has found his noble task!
What follows is great fun, as various communities in the cathedral all work together to help Raphael take care of his new charge. The gargoyles, the churchmice, and the pigeons all manage to put aside their differences and learn to cooperate.
Of course, the situation cannot last forever, and Raphael is faced with a terrible choice: his true noble task. Salton does a terrific job of weaving together the lives of the monks and other inhabitants of the village with the clandestine doings of the cathedral statuary, armies of mice, and flocks of pigeons. The whole tale is a marvelous allegory of how, despite the best of human (and chimère) intentions, without a little Divine intervention things would rapidly turn into tragedy. However, as Salton quotes Julian of Norwich at the very beginning of the book, “All shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well.”
Raphael and the Noble Task is a wonderful book for families to read aloud at Christmastime. It’s relatively short: 157 pages, and as I mentioned before, David Weitzman’s illustrations are fantastic. It deserves a place alongside other Christmas classics like Dickens’ A Christmas Carol and O’Henry’s The Gift of the Magi.
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