We pray in the garden,
For peace to take the ache away.
We pray in the garden,
For the light of God,
To guide us to better days.
We pray in the garden,
Guardian sanctum of our hope.

Sometimes it's the irony,
Of a garage band,
Full of classical instruments.

Such beautiful music,
Played in such an informal way.

But you'll still replay the tape,
Whether or not you like rock,
Because your lover,
Is first chair violin.

The greatest
Road trip/odd couple/anti-buddy movie there's been
Each line quotable
Like nothing you've ever seen
Just as Butch and Sundance
Were running out of time
Forced transition
Layers on
Laughs
And
Poignancy
Sublime
Two men chipped
And polished
From very different stone
To meet as friends in the next life
As they walk this one alone.

When I reach out,
You grab my hand.
When I reach out,
You listen to my words.
When I reach out,
You're there.

fighting together—
cold white melts under warm sun
the truth bathes the lie

Sometimes I tend to be a catalyst,
Carrying things to light,
Rooting them deep where they belong.

Nothing bad,
It's what I do,
I'm proud to ferry,
The things they carry.