"Andres: Song For The Living Man." - 11.22.2024

As it is, so will it have to be, all that this is, our song. Will birds sings their favourite chirps that to the need of the ear have a place at the dinner table? Will the trumpets trilling about within the waves of truces, and compromise land orchestrated on those whose time signature comes different because of these same players of the instruments? Will the flick of he wrist, belonging to the choir director be that of the hand that has been cut off in its accceptance and impeding, righteously and honorably, of condeming it's innocent, yet naive, but truly innocent twin?

To us all, I ask so simply:

"When is it come the time that we can just dance, you and me?

Eye to Eye, like how I now see You and You to me?

That stillness in the mind that we give to our bodies in the following obedience that is our hands held, bodies embraced and soul placed as commander of our song and dance?

We are so happy when, this, a simple dance, we allow to do.

My love, I plea to you, let us have a dance like when we first met?

If not, a simple seat along and beside you will do, but please remember us and bid us not adieu."

Songs of suppliocation are within every caress of wind that has every met to touch my face.

My Lord, you are all the glory that can and ever has the resting peace of wholly being. I love you with all my heart, my soul and strengthing hope. Love my true God, in Jesus' name,

In Of Love,
Amen.