To Sing What I Mean

 I must say, it has been terribly long since my last blog - sometimes it seems good to have some spaces from something, but then suddenly, its weeks and weeks that have slunk by and - behold! - nothing. I hope that I can settle back into some measure of consistency. 

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I've sung for idols far and wide

I played my music for the gods

Outfitted songs to colour our leaves

But inwardly, mud in my streets

I want to sing what I mean

And know that I'm forgiven

My instruments, broken, detuned

Stunted branches; the strings, severed

I played, unknown, from a dead mind

I looked upon my own dead eyes

I want to sing what I mean

And know I am clean and am healed

I sat in the dust and the dirt

Thinking that I knew how it worked

Dancing to hellish melodies

I  lost myself in a far land

I want to sing what  I mean

And take heart in your words to me

I have no instrument now; no, no voice

So, then, take this life - I brought all I have

And strain a note of love from every choice

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The subject of idols...well, actually, I'll write about that next time.

Till then, stay safe.

(Cf. Matt 9:2, 22)