Sunday, August 16, 2009

holy water

oh my holy daughter
did you drink the holy water
from the bowl at san pablo's catedral

holy priest why do you bother
to let us always call you father
when Jesus bore the crosses that you wear

look up, look up, sing praise
call stones from their graves
sit up, sit up, get faith
stained windows illustrate
step up, step up, say grace
practice your solemn face

curious on tip toes
you reached up and then dipped your
fingers in the water bowl of stone

then your mother motioned
you cross your chest shoulders forehead
you kneel before you're buried in a pew

look up, look up, sing praise
call stones from their graves
sit up, sit up, get faith
stained windows illustrate
step up, step up, say grace
practice your solemn face

silly old grandfather
did you curse and then not bother
to repent before the crackers and the wine

Sunday candles thrill me
but this house just might distill me
harp then organ and the chorus year around


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