Sweet Baby James

He looks like one of us, eh?

 Obviously as confused about his cell phone as we are!

And the reason I heard these powerful words years ago,
words that continue to stir my heart.

New Hymn

Source of all we hope or dread 
Sheepdog, jackyl, rattler, swan 
We hunt your face and long to trust 
That your hid mouth will say again let there be light 
A clear new day 

But when we thirst in this dry night 
We drink from hot wells poisoned with the blood of children 
And when we strain to hear a steady homing beam 
Our ears are balked by stifled moans 
And howls of desolation from the throats of sisters, brother, wild men 
Clawing at the gates for bread 

Even our own feeble hands 
Aim to seize the crown you wear 
And work our private havock through 
The known and unknown lands of space 

Absolute in flame beyond us 
Seed and source of dark and day 
Maker whom we beg to be 
Our mother father comrade mate 

Til our few atoms blow to dust 
Or form again in wiser lives 
Or find your face and hear our name 
In your calm voice the end of night 
If dark may end 
Wellspring gold of dark and day 
Be here, be now