And that is all.

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Saturday, May 5, 2012

The Last Bongos In Blogistan

David told the leaders of the Levites
 to appoint their fellow Levites 
as musicians...
to make a joyful sound 
with musical instruments: 
lyres, harps and cymbals.

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Friday, May 4, 2012

All Hail The Patron Saint of The Home For Aging Sluts

Ruth replied, 
“Don’t urge me to leave you 
or to turn back from you. 
Where you go I will go, 
and where you stay I will stay. 
Your people will be my people 
and your God, my God."


Thursday, May 3, 2012

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

You Go Your Way And I'll Go Mine

They say to the seers,
“See no more visions!”
and to the prophets,
“Give us no more visions
of what is right!
Tell us pleasant things,
prophesy illusions.
Leave this way,
get off this path,
and stop confronting us
with the Holy One of Israel!”
~ Isaiah 30

You say you love me
And you’re thinkin’ of me
But you know you could be wrong
You say you told me
That you wanna hold me
But you know you’re not that strong
I just can’t do what I done before
I just can’t beg you anymore
I’m gonna let you pass
And I’ll go last
Then time will tell just who fell
And who’s been left behind
When you go your way and I go mine...


 The ravens brought him bread 
and meat in the morning 
and bread and meat in the evening, 
and he drank from the brook.

Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Fever Tree

And if anyone takes words away 
from this scroll of prophecy, 
GOD will take away from that person 
any share in the tree of life 
and in the Holy City,
which are described in this scroll.


First Of May

 Heal the sick, 
raise the dead, 
cleanse those 
who have leprosy, 
drive out demons. 
Freely you have received; 
freely give.

Monday, April 30, 2012

Space Oddity

 ...and the stars in the sky fell to earth, 
as figs drop from a fig tree 
when shaken by a strong wind.

Oh, By Jingo!

 Leave this way, 
 get off this path, 
and stop confronting us 
 with the Holy One of Israel!
Isaiah 30

"After All"

Please trip them gently, they don't like to fall, Oh by jingo

There's no room for anger, we're all very small, Oh by jingo

We're painting our faces and dressing in thoughts from the skies,
From paradise
But they think that we're holding a secretive ball.
Won't someone invite them
They're just taller children, that's all, after all

Man is an obstacle, sad as the clown, Oh by jingo
So hold on to nothing, and he won't let you down, Oh by jingo
Some people are marching together and some on their own
Quite alone
Others are running, the smaller ones crawl
But some sit in silence, they're just older children
That's all, after all

I sing with impertinence, shading impermanent chords, with my words
I've borrowed your time and I'm sorry I called
But the thought just occurred that we're nobody's children At all, after all
Live till your rebirth and do what you will, Oh by jingo
Forget all I've said, please bear me no ill, Oh by jingo

After all, after all

JINGO : [originally perhaps a euphemism for Jesus; applied to bellicose patriots after the use of by Jingo! in the refrain of a 19th-century music-hall song]
Djinn, GO!

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Into My Arms

 When I came, 
why was there no one?
 When I called, 
why was there no one to answer? 
Was my arm too short to deliver you? 
Do I lack the strength to rescue you?
 By a mere rebuke I dry up the sea, 
 I turn rivers into a desert; 
their fish rot for lack of water 
and die of thirst.
Isaiah 50

I don't believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel down and ask Him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord

And I don't believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that's true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms

Into my arms, O Lord

And I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candle burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore

Into my arms, O Lord...