i am only the bowl!

worn, bent, and rusted.i’m laying downmy spear and my shield,taking off my sandals.let the flag fallto the dirt….fling the battle horn away….i’ve given every ounceto love’s battle….baby, i’m all in!take what’s left of this old man,or let me wither away…i’ve born your namethrough hell and passion;your heart held high,your spirit written in rain.be still, and…

if a man is an island,i lie undiscovered.do old men make good lovers?do you burn old books?or use them for your pillow?and the old pair of jeansyou just wont throw awaystill feels good on your ass!tired of reading old newspapers,i changed the candle by the bed.swept the floor, took out the trash,carried the broken branchesto…

from the land of the dead…you touched my heart,and freed this soulfrom the dark mazeof its own prison.you touched my eyes,and restored sightto a blind man.you touched my ears,and filled them withthe song of every living creature.you touched my desire,and brought stone and fire,and the echo of the whipporwill’s song.i touched you,and the earth stopped…

much encouragement,much listening,much reading,much teaching,much time,much thankfulness,much patience,firm discipline,and a strong commitmentto be therefor the rest of your life!

every thought you think,in every sleepless night…there is a part of you in me,in every time i do the right thing,every gentle and good thought,in everything i believe…there is a part of us in God,and a part of God in us;that cannot be seperatedand still feed the flame of living.there is a part of love,…

the hammered blade,some call it love.the bottomless well,cant drink enough….the blackened plow,the blood stained glove.the eyes of hunger,empty face of loss.the wheel of manturns despite the cost.when you’re lost at sea,and your ship is tossed.the eyes of hunger,empty face of loss.and still the takers taketill the blood is drawn.while the innocent prayin the dark before…