Demanding, Expecting
Standing there, pointing
At me, always wanting
To see something daunting
Something more than expected
Something dead resurrected
Like a God he speaks soundly
From the sky to the groundlings
And as I bow reverently
Breathing so fervently
Holding close to the air
Which fills my lungs fair
What has his Grace asked
What is my new task
What else may I do
To repay the sky blue
For the chance to listen
Bow and then christen
Each word that is spoken
Such a life is a token
As a peasant just kneeling
Humility revealing
That who I bow for
He is hungry, wants more
And I tell you he'll never
In willingness sever
This bond will stay fast
For want just to grasp
But today I stand up
I lift my head up
And I look straight forward
Into his eyes lost for words
Except to say, dear Commander
It is time you did gander
At the sky as I do
And see that it's blue
May you breathe it in too
May you steady your hunger
May you reach and come through
Leaving lightning and thunder
For the chance to see me
And the chance just to be
As a man that I am
Please, come, take my hand
We can journey together
And forever be filled
From our lungs to our liver
And in this so thrilled
May we stop sending troops
To fight other groups
May we just learn to breathe
Learning to receive
There is no battle to win
Peace living within
Caressing us gently
Holding us reverently
As I have held you
As all that I have
Today I hold new
Freedom, be glad
For as you have watched me
So closely, your servant
As you have stopped me
Your palm forward bent
As you have held me
As I have held you
With wings I fell free
From the nest straight into
Free fall and weightlessness
Came as I stand witness
To miracles in moments
And presently grown men
That God may come
And meet with the Buddha
That Christendom's run
Is all but seen through a
Small boy's young eyes
Tiring in the search
As he looks to the skies
And leaps from his perch
Sep 9, 2011
Sep 9, 2011 at 2:16 PM UTC
Demanding, Expecting
Standing there, pointing
At me, always wanting
To see something daunting
Something more than expected
Something dead resurrected
Like a God he speaks soundly
From the sky to the groundlings
And as I bow reverently
Breathing so fervently
Holding close to the air
Which fills my lungs fair
What has his Grace asked
What is my new task
What else may I do
To repay the sky blue
For the chance to listen
Bow and then christen
Each word that is spoken
Such a life is a token
As a peasant just kneeling
Humility revealing
That who I bow for
He is hungry, wants more
And I tell you he'll never
In willingness sever
This bond will stay fast
For want just to grasp
But today I stand up
I lift my head up
And I look straight forward
Into his eyes lost for words
Except to say, dear Commander
It is time you did gander
At the sky as I do
And see that it's blue
May you breathe it in too
May you steady your hunger
May you reach and come through
Leaving lightning and thunder
For the chance to see me
And the chance just to be
As a man that I am
Please, come, take my hand
We can journey together
And forever be filled
From our lungs to our liver
And in this so thrilled
May we stop sending troops
To fight other groups
May we just learn to breathe
Learning to receive
There is no battle to win
Peace living within
Caressing us gently
Holding us reverently
As I have held you
As all that I have
Today I hold new
Freedom, be glad
For as you have watched me
So closely, your servant
As you have stopped me
Your palm forward bent
As you have held me
As I have held you
With wings I fell free
From the nest straight into
Free fall and weightlessness
Came as I stand witness
To miracles in moments
And presently grown men
That God may come
And meet with the Buddha
That Christendom's run
Is all but seen through a
Small boy's young eyes
Tiring in the search
As he looks to the skies
And leaps from his perch