God gave man the blues

God is on sale
Oh my Lord, God is on sale, sitting right there in your corner shop window
Oh my Father got put up on sale, when the people couldn't find water
You know they didn't look too hard, but they found that sign underneath the couch

But when a man, he comes down walking, and he finds that corner store
That burden on his back buries straight deeper right down into his soul
Cause he's seen the tears slowly dry, but the well is overflowing
He carries out that for sale sign, and sets the whole place a burning

God gave man the blues as soon as He set his soul free
You see, God gave man the blues as soon as He set his soul free
Cause when a free man sees the world
Our blindness brings him down to his knees

No dollar can wrestle him down
No bottle can hide his pain
No damsel in distress can distort his eye from her fleshy legs
For you see, God gave man the blues as soon as He set that soul free
It came pouring down, and we walked on by
Cause rain never made a blind man see

Our feet pass through the waters, but they never end up clean
We go searching through black holes and the evergreens
We find God on sale through the window in a corner store
And we still don't know what we mean

Night and Day

There once was a boy who lived in a field where he painted the twilight sky with his fingertips. He asked the wind why he could never dot the night sky with its shining stars.

The wind replied that a little girl who dwelt by the shore asked the wind why she couldn't color the twilight sky, and the boy smiled with understanding as three new stars appeared in the night sky.

Bell Plank Hammer

With a hollowed out bell striking the nail
like a railroad spike
the light steeps itself in every open crevice
the Bellmaker shouts Get out
let the light burst in
staggering toll chiming each breath
Get out, let the light flow in
Crawling across the plank to where the nail lodged
Shudders under the toll
Emerging from the skull with nail upon his back
the Bellmaker trudges like a man though molasses
to the peak driving the nail down
Let this life be sanctified
Let my work never end
The bell chimed, the nail broke down, the wind
held its breath in anticipation
The sky cried without words recognizable
And the Bellmaker took his bell and broke
it in half with words
proclaiming there is still work to be done

One word in front of the other

A dream...A dream! A myriad of woes
Whose heart beguiled the sun drenched eyes
beneath the swaying palm of troves
Glistening bare for a cumbersome wake
Amidst the sand dunes of Ebenezer's fair
Where cobbled stones and cracked pennies lie
The dust tells tales of telling mans groans