Buy Me

Buy me something
To staunch this wound
Buy me something
To drown this pain
Buy me something
To wear in mourning
With flowers in my hair
To hide the gray

Buy me something
To heal this sorrow
Buy me something
To mask this scar
Buy me something
To cover this bruise
And I will sing a song

Enduring love

Can’t buy a thing like that
Can’t buy restoration
What is lost is lost
And the rest is fragile

So buy me a wall
A fortress/a stronghold
A place can be run to
For hiding

All the things I have bought
All the treasure and gold
This world this illusion
That death does not lurk
Behind each dark door

So buy me a song
Built from words that will last
Love and trouble
Hope and tears
As the lion guards
The lamb

Hold my hand when I sink
Lift me up when I fall
Pull me up from the deep
Put your hand on my wrist
Drag me to light
I am
Alive again

There are no cages in Heaven

I told the children
About the silver car you used to drive
And the game I would play
Of pretending
All the drivers were really
You in the silver car
You the white
The young black dude
The old timer
All of them transmogrified versions
Of you
Like a series of avatars
Placeholders for love
I looked for you in every face

And I still do
Wishing always
For the magic guarantee
Everything will be alright
In a scarfilled world
Only the Marked Man
Can save us
And break the cages


Isaiah 34:4,11 (NIV)
All the stars of the heavens will be dissolved and the sky rolled up like a scroll; all the starry host will fall like withered leaves from the vine, like shriveled figs from the fig tree. [11] The desert owl and screech owl will possess it; the great owl and the raven will nest there. God will stretch out over Edom the measuring line of chaos and the plumb line of desolation.

The Garden

There are snails in the garden
Next to the roots of a fruit tree
Uprooted in a storm
A snake lives there
Where once there was both
A living tree and
A buried saint
The garden has two gates
That swing wide
To let us in
We block these gates
But the mouse gets through
I can see his hole in the fence
Close to the pool
My mind tries to reach
All the things lost or broken
As i glide beneath the night water
Scooping evidence of the Fall
From eddying warmth

Knowing that soon
The water will drop to cold
Winter robbing us
Of the fruits of
This garden.