i am takenn
broken at the mountain
broken like a daily giving
a sunday morning communion
bread of his Presence
as if he was better than the president
BUT something better than the president
is here
I am talking to U Jesus, ur crown i see
i see u as the morning star
as a seed as a warrior as great beat as a sojourner as a huge endless mall, in the middle of december and i see u as cheerful
glad u were broken
but me, it hurts to have all these pieces
every disconnected
on mountain ledges
blood and guts
parts and brains
and face and
legs arms
instestines
spleen
liver, hear
never from U would i depart
it's the art of it
the way u always make me wait
sucks the breathe and life out of me, but
ur faithful to provide
once every couple/few days