Saturday, August 6, 2011

I love the Postal Service [and Jesus]

Today, I found Jesus in Brand New Colony. That is all.

I'l be the grapes fermented, bottled and served with the table set in my finest suit like a perfect gentleman [I will be everything needed to sustain and satisfy you; eat and drink of me]

I'll be the fire escape that's bolted to the ancient brick where you will sit and complete your day [I will be your refuge; make your home in me and explore my dreams for you]

I'll be the waterwings that save you if you start drowning in an open tab when your judgement's on the brink [I will renew your mind when your thoughts overwhelm you]

I'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite albums back as you're lying there drifting off to sleep... [I will sing over you in your rest and tell you how much I love you]

I'll be the platform shoes and undo what heredity's done to you; you won't have to strain to look into my eyes [I will redeem your past and free you of shame so that you can grow closer to me]

I'll be your winter coat buttoned and zipped straight to the throat with the collar up so you won't catch cold [I will protect you and barricade you off from anything that seeks to harm you or take away what I have promised you]

I want to take you far from the cynics in this town and kiss you on the mouth [Come away with me, away from the fears that surround you and fight for your attention]

We'll cut our bodies free from the tethers of this scene, start a brand new colony [I will free you from the bondages of death and give you Life]

Where everything will change, we'll give ourselves new names (identities erased) [I will renew and deepen your identity as love, daughter, and warrior princess]

The sun will heat the ground under our bare feet. In this brand new colony, everything will change [In this adventure we are on, I will take you gently by the hand and lead you into radical life change]

Upcoming themes in my life: Rest, Identity, Guidance, Dependence, Freedom. Let's do this.


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