spinning around

this world is spinning around
in a swimming pool of lies
it says sex satisfies and do one dies
and love is easy to find

this world is spinning around
have you seen your father's eyes?
he says who is this girl I once held in my arms
why is this world spinning around?

It says go there and buy that
taste this and touch that
drink this and drive there

what have you to loose
but what have we to choose
with shopping malls and computer stalls
why is this world spinning around
with low budjet cars and tv stars
why is this world spinnning around


this world is spinning around
but once was lost can be found
he says I am the way and the truth and the life
you can't live apart from me
I am the vine, you are the branches
you won't bear fruit apart from me

stand up and open your eyes
then the lame and the blind will see

I love you as the father(x3)
loves me


If you stopped oh would you see
this peace inside of me
as this world is spinning around


Wrote this song last fall when I felt in the midst of the world and confused by how disillusioned we have become. I've realized that songs are basically poems put to music. Don't know why the thought never crossed my mind before. I guess all songs are a form of poetry.

remind me again

I've learned that life is much more complicated than we make it out to be. Love hurts. Hearts do not always heal. There are even meta-messages behind what we say so that one person can completely misunderstand what you are attempting to express. And as a wise man once said "like the stones that role tightly(?) taunt you can't always get what you want". I'm going to ask a question that I think is worth thinking about.

How much of our time do we spend longing for something we desire that we miss the blessings of the present? What have I taken for granted today?

The answer may begin with the simple things....food, a roof over my head, the freedom to do and say what I am compelled to. And then we may get to the heart of it. Friends Family Fellowship the afternoon breeze and intense comfort I feel when looking at the stars or laying beneath a tree.

It is often the simple things that take my breath away, and remind me again to give thanks.

a red-winged blackbird

a red-winged blackbird
among friends
scrounging through the remnants
of our humanity

a red-winged blackbird
among piles
instead of trees
looking for something to eat
within
the plastic, metal, wood and earth

a red-winged blackbird
home at the dump
looks my way as if
to ask a question
and I do not know what to say

from right to left

It's been over a month that I've been home
and now I'm feeling I'd like to roam
from left to right
from right to left
inbetween
upsidedown
and in the cleft
between today and tommorow
To ease the sorrow
of this worn and hardened heart
Where and when can I start
to let go
of what is so tightly held
and realize the freedom
in surrender

The Lord as our delight: Isaiah 58: 5-12

You humble yourselves by going through the motions of penance,
bowing your heads like reeds bending inthe wind.
You dress in burlap and cover yourselves with ashes.
Is this what you call fasting?
Do you really think this will please the Lord?

No, this is the kind of fasting I want:
Free those who are wrongly imprisoned;
lighten the burdens of those who work for you.
Let the oppressed go free, and remove the chains that bind people.
Share your food with the hungry,
and give shelter to the homeless.
Give clothes to those who need them,
and do not hide from relatves who need your help.

Then your salvation will come like the dawn,
and your wounds will quickly heal.
Your godliness will lead you forward,
ad the glory of the Lord will protect you from behind.
Then when you call, the Lord will answer.
'Yes, I am here,' he will quickly reply.

Remove the heavy yoke of opression.
Stop pointing your finger and spreading vicious rumers!
Feed the hungry, and help those in trouble.
Then our light will shine out from the darkness,
and the darkness around you will be as bright as noon.
The Lord will guide you continually,
giving you water when you are dry and restoring your strength.
You will be like a well-watered garden,
like an ever-flowing spring.
Some of you will rebuild the deserted ruins of your cities.
Then you will be known as a rebuilder of walls
and a restorer of homes....

Then the Lord will be your delight.