The Poet and the Painter

Dear Poet,
Write Your words
Upon my heart
Like canvass
Noun and verb
This sacred art
My hands, I think
Could be Your ink

Dear Painter,
Paint my mind
One solid hue
Like poems
Each brush stroke
A hint of You
My pride must hush
To be Your brush

And Your poetry
Is Your grace in me...
My death, Your potpourri

Bread and Wine #4 – lauda spirituale

Oh, Bread and Wine
Lend me Your heart
If You‘ll allow
I will take part
In this communion
Then sings my soul
I‘m whole
Oh, Bread and Wine
Covered in skin
Stand on the grave
Birth me again
Where there was dirt
There is a tree
And I‘m free

As sure as the curtain was torn
I am not forlorn,
I am not forlorn
As sure as the curtain was torn
I am not forlorn

Oh, Bread and Wine
Light on my feet
Show me the way
And I‘ll walk that street
But my eyes are poor
So be my light
Tonight

As sure as the curtain was torn
I am not forlorn,
I am not forlorn
As sure as the curtain was torn
I am not forlorn

Oh, Bread and Wine
Warmth on my face
Take me to You
To that great place
I can‘t wait to go there
But ‘till that day
I‘ll stay
And I‘ll obey

Oh Sunrise, fill my soul
Give me communion
Now I‘m whole

Bread and Wine #2--Soul

Oh soul, I
See dead men
Walking dead
But Bread brings truth

Your city has
Old buildings
Painted white
Where Wine wakes youth

The curtain has been torn
So won‘t you lift your head?
There are babies being born
So go raise the dead
Sell it all to have the
Wine and Bread

Oh soul, don‘t
Be weary
This can‘t be
A teary time

So run to your
City, its
Begging for
More Bread and Wine

The curtain has been torn
So won’t you lift your head?
There are babies being born
So go raise the dead
YOU ARE FULL, NOW SHARE WHAT YOU’VE BEEN FED

Bread and Wine #1--Sunrise

Oh, Sunrise
Light pours in
Singing a song to the eyes
Bright and free
Melodies
Are swirling songs in the skies

Red clouds burst
Long night ends
We see the long awaited sign
With lilies
Like trumpets
Declaring Bread and Wine

And I am waking
To light, to death‘s demise
The ground is shaking
I’m found with no compromise

Open hands
Speak volumes
The Bread says, ”Thy will be done”
On palm leaves
Like post cards
Written in wine from the Sun

And I am waking
To light, to death‘s demise
The ground is shaking
I’m found with no compromise

We’ll be fine
You‘re on time
We see the sign
Bread and Wine

just a few more weeks...

mewithoutYou, one of my favorite bands, is coming out with a new album on may 19th. as if Brother Sister, their most recent release wasn't progressive enough, this new album titled it's all crazy! it's all false! it's all a dream! it's alright is produced by Daniel Smith, one of the most interesting people in music today. get ready, because this is going to be a sweet album. i can already taste it.

andy