“When Will I Ever Learn To Live In God?” Song by Van Morrison

Constance, this morning I am thinking of this song…cus yesterday 2 jobs I applied for replied that I was not what they were looking for…that I “didn’t have the experience/education or applied too late”.

They politely left off the part about that I was a transgender woman who freaked them out.

Van Morrison is one of my favorite artists of all time…he often has spoken for me, spoken to me…solitary comfort in solitary times.

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“When Will I Ever Learn To Live In God?”

The sun was setting over Avalon
The last time we stood in the west
Suffering long time angels enraptured by Blake
Burn out the dross innocence captured again

Standing on the beach at sunset all the boats
All the boats keep moving slow
In the glory of the flashing light in the evenings glow

When will I ever learn to live in God?
When will I ever learn?
He gives me everything I need and more
When will I ever learn?

You brought it to my attention everything that was made in God
Down through centuries of great writings and paintings
Everything lives in God
Seen through architecture of great cathedrals
Down through the history of time
Is and was in the beginning and evermore shall be

When will I ever learn to live in God?
When will I ever learn?
He gives me everything I need and more
When will I ever learn?

Whatever it takes to fulfill his mission
That is the way we must go
But you’ve got to do it your own way
Tear down the old, bring up the new

And up on the hillside its quiet
Where the shepherd is tending his sheep
And over the mountains and the valleys
The countryside is so green
Standing on the highest hill with a sense of wonder
You can see everything is made in God
Head back down the roadside and give thanks for it all

When will I ever learn to live in God?
When will I ever learn?
He gives me everything I need and more
When will I ever learn?

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8 thoughts on ““When Will I Ever Learn To Live In God?” Song by Van Morrison

    • Good, mama…he needs to hear that from you, and not just once, cus just once may be cus you married him and “have to” say. It. No, tell him many times and may ways. And if ya need to? Bring out the big guns of thankfulness, that he isn’t in the shoes of those without place or privilege, person or presence. He can adjust sights, dial in range, and will soon find sonar readings that hone in on the job to finish the race it.

      Me? I am no longer even fit for a “busser” job! Yep…there is a cafe that I applied to to buss tables…a month ago and not a word. Well, they are still looking for someone…”someone” being the operative term, not “some-thing”.

    • PS: I am SOOOOO THRILLED you love Van Morrison!

      I am embarrassed to admit this, but I actually allowed a budding relationship to die because early on she revealed that she “hated” Van Morrison, and that his music was “stupid”.

      Um…wow.

      I felt guilty about that “friend-icide” until it finally hit me that she had not even noticed I was gone, and I was so happy and relieved that I made half a batch of chockie-chip cookies and ate them all while listening to Van’s Wavelength lp on repeat and drinking coffee laced with a hint of scotch and kissed with cream…a calorific indulgence of epic spiritual proportion!! lol!!!

      Hey, it is not Van the person? I realize he is a pretty big jerk…but it is the things that he wrestles, grapples, caresses and croons about, who he is haunted by and longs for, what his heart bleeds for and yearns for, pulling ever at those throbbing thorns that we can never quite extricate from our spirits so the next best thing is to bathe them in music and art and wonder and waiting…

      Yeah. Me and Van…we tight.

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