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
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
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
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
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
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
Sunday, May 3, 2009
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
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
a lingering thought from Easter
i’ve been thinking about this one thing since Easter.
Can’t seem to stop thinking about it.
it’s a very Easter-ish thing.
it’s a good thing though.
so I’m not too worried about it getting to be a problem.
Actually, I’m hoping it will stay stuck
and be something permanent to think about.
you see, the Trinity is something that no one really knows much about.
here are some things that i hang on to in order to better understand the Trinity:
a) the love within the Trinity is the purest love that exists, possibly even the reason why the Trinity decided to create… so that this unbelievable unity could shared, enjoyed, worshipped by others
b) the fellowship within the Trinity is closer than any two people and a little more separate than different qualities inside the same person… somewhere in between.
c) the existence of the Trinity simply is. The Trinity is outside of time and throughout all of eternity the Trinity has experienced this perfect and complete fellowship.
until…(this is where it gets really crazy)
part of the Trinity came to earth (time).
part of the Trinity took on a humanities worth of things that the Trinity has never been associated with—sin.
then the Trinity for some period of time was separated, different than before, missing a part.
Why would an all powerful being give up the most perfect thing that exists for any amount of time?
surely not for mankind!
Oh, the love that was required to do such an illogical thing.
God is good. this fact is now even more solidified in my mind.
the only time that the Trinity was ever separated was on my account.
--andy
Can’t seem to stop thinking about it.
it’s a very Easter-ish thing.
it’s a good thing though.
so I’m not too worried about it getting to be a problem.
Actually, I’m hoping it will stay stuck
and be something permanent to think about.
you see, the Trinity is something that no one really knows much about.
here are some things that i hang on to in order to better understand the Trinity:
a) the love within the Trinity is the purest love that exists, possibly even the reason why the Trinity decided to create… so that this unbelievable unity could shared, enjoyed, worshipped by others
b) the fellowship within the Trinity is closer than any two people and a little more separate than different qualities inside the same person… somewhere in between.
c) the existence of the Trinity simply is. The Trinity is outside of time and throughout all of eternity the Trinity has experienced this perfect and complete fellowship.
until…(this is where it gets really crazy)
part of the Trinity came to earth (time).
part of the Trinity took on a humanities worth of things that the Trinity has never been associated with—sin.
then the Trinity for some period of time was separated, different than before, missing a part.
Why would an all powerful being give up the most perfect thing that exists for any amount of time?
surely not for mankind!
Oh, the love that was required to do such an illogical thing.
God is good. this fact is now even more solidified in my mind.
the only time that the Trinity was ever separated was on my account.
--andy
Monday, April 13, 2009
Bound For Home For the First Time
I‘ve broken my feet
too many times
And wrapped them up with
too many rhymes
So wisp me away and make these legs un-lame
I've stood on my head
and I've run out the door
I've spun through tornadoes
And fell through the floor
But moths just can‘t seem to resist an open flame
If I read, or write, or grow wings and take flight;
The burden from birth on my back is still so much stronger
This won't last much longer
I'm not looking right or left
I'm not acting foolish
I'm not placing bets
I‘m looking up ‘cause that's where I'm headed
As soon as I get these shoes unleaded
From all those unlit unforevers
They‘re weighing me down
They‘re soiling my feathers
I can start to feel the breeze of new weather coming down
That‘s where I‘ll be found
I'm bound for home
for the first time
Right now is just the worst time
too many times
And wrapped them up with
too many rhymes
So wisp me away and make these legs un-lame
I've stood on my head
and I've run out the door
I've spun through tornadoes
And fell through the floor
But moths just can‘t seem to resist an open flame
If I read, or write, or grow wings and take flight;
The burden from birth on my back is still so much stronger
This won't last much longer
I'm not looking right or left
I'm not acting foolish
I'm not placing bets
I‘m looking up ‘cause that's where I'm headed
As soon as I get these shoes unleaded
From all those unlit unforevers
They‘re weighing me down
They‘re soiling my feathers
I can start to feel the breeze of new weather coming down
That‘s where I‘ll be found
I'm bound for home
for the first time
Right now is just the worst time
Thursday, April 9, 2009
this is what we do.
just a glimpse of andy rhea and his band's grueling practice schedule:1:00 get stuff moved onto stage and set up
1:20 "your mother" jokes
1:30 go over new stuff
3:00 lay on futons and dream. talk about music.
3:25 tickle fight
3:35 go over previously performed stuff
4:30 jam. make stuff up.
5:00 go to Jack in the Box and eat tacos with kenneth stanger
6:30 head home.
(schedule is tentative. "your mother" jokes may start up to 5 minutes into setup.)
Monday, March 30, 2009
How "The Shack" Helped Me
I try to maintain a limber mind whenever someone tries to express the unexpressable. For instance, with anything spiritual (especially anything concerning God) words aren't really going to do justice to the situation. You just can't blame a human for that. None of us are smart enough. It’s very important to understand this when reading anything written by a human concerning spirituality. That material is going to be subjective, personal, and might not fit in perfectly with your own views and emotions.
So…
Just so you know…
That’s how I try to read this kind of stuff.
The Shack is fiction. And this isn’t a review so I’m not going to spoil the ending for you or anything like that, but reading this book did raise a line of thought that lead me to a dogmatic conclusion concerning God.
William P. Young was very creative in animating the Trinity into this novel. While doing so, liberties were taken on the personality of God. I love to wonder about God, about how he thinks, feels, smells, etc. There’s plenty to wonder about and even though the Bible reveals bits and pieces of God, it really just encourages my question asking habits. Despite all the wondering and questions, I try really hard not to accept assumptions and hypotheses of God as fact because somebody once told me in junior high just what you make of “you and me” when you assume…
:)
In The Shack, I don’t really see evidence of this type of fear and respect.
So you should read this book and be affirmed that no human can enclose the personality of God into a fictional story. The Shack was essentially written to try to get people to think of God outside of their religious box, but this story is itself a box that tries to contain the personality of God.
My dogmatic conclusion is this: God is what God is and no human can or should conclude any of those “is’s” outside of scripture.
--andy
http://theshackbook.com/
Friday, March 27, 2009
Pressed into Molds
Today, I was thinking about the imagery that scripture paints of our relationship to God as being clay to a potter. It caused me to ponder the ramifications of this analogy and so my random thoughts are as follows.
I often times feel in my life that I am being squeezed into a mold of what everyone else thinks. The molds of what to do, what to say, who to associate with, how to spend my time, etc. are a few of the many molds I find myself not only squeezed into, but also somehow strangely attracted to. However, as I ponder this idea of potter and clay it leads me to a few realizations. I don’t know a lot about pottery, but I do understand enough to recognize that pottery produced by a mold carries a less significant value than pottery produced by a master potter. The pottery that is massed produced is just a reproduction of a mold. There are no unique features that one pot possesses over that of another produced in the same mold. The pottery made by a master potter, however, is a unique product of his skilled hand. It’s beautiful and set apart as a work of art. The molded pottery is mass produced and sold to the general public for a general price and a general use.
Molded pottery is easy to make and very cost efficient. In the same way it’s easy to auto pilot through life and live the status quo. But there is something in me, as well as the rest of humanity, that says there is something more—and there is much more. It’s the process of no longer being confirmed to the pattern of the molds, and allowing the potter to shape, in which us earthen vessels find life.
-Matt Assel-
I often times feel in my life that I am being squeezed into a mold of what everyone else thinks. The molds of what to do, what to say, who to associate with, how to spend my time, etc. are a few of the many molds I find myself not only squeezed into, but also somehow strangely attracted to. However, as I ponder this idea of potter and clay it leads me to a few realizations. I don’t know a lot about pottery, but I do understand enough to recognize that pottery produced by a mold carries a less significant value than pottery produced by a master potter. The pottery that is massed produced is just a reproduction of a mold. There are no unique features that one pot possesses over that of another produced in the same mold. The pottery made by a master potter, however, is a unique product of his skilled hand. It’s beautiful and set apart as a work of art. The molded pottery is mass produced and sold to the general public for a general price and a general use.
Molded pottery is easy to make and very cost efficient. In the same way it’s easy to auto pilot through life and live the status quo. But there is something in me, as well as the rest of humanity, that says there is something more—and there is much more. It’s the process of no longer being confirmed to the pattern of the molds, and allowing the potter to shape, in which us earthen vessels find life.
-Matt Assel-
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