Saturday, August 30, 2014

You are the Flowers in the Gardens of our Days

Care is Like Water: You are the Flowers in the Gardens of our Days

You are the Flowers in the Gardens of our Days

Kelsey CrooksJohnson and Brenna Parrick holding our two new future employees!

Baristas and waiters, baggers and checkers, store clerks, and bank tellers, workers and volunteers
You are the trees of our community  stirring up good energy
your kindness fills my heart  with a grateful tune, So I’m singin’ this song for you.

You are the flowers in the gardens of our days.
You are our rest stops as we travel down our own pathways
So we thank you for the laughter and the happiness you bring
You are my inspiration  to find a new direction seek a higher vibration .
You are our garden tapestry enfolding our community
keep your kindness flowing like a river ever going.

Thank you for the light you shine in hard days and  tough times.
Oh, and thank you for your patience when we can’t make up our minds.

Thank you for the smile, the gentle laugh the warm hello,
how ya doing How’s the family, Glad you stopped by today.
Thanks especially for forgiveness when we can’t find a gracious word to say.
You buoy up our energy as we go from place to place
And everytime I see you  you put a smile on my face.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

Jesus didn't die to save us.

Raffaello Sanzio - The Agony in the Garden
Last night I had a dream when Jesus came to me
Why was it meant to be?  In the garden his agony.

He said,
The day before I died, I was in agony
I cried out father, Oh God, Father;
 take this chalice away from me,
Why was it meant to be this agony?
in the garden,  in the garden I was in agony.

Lift this dark cloud off of me, Father I can’t bear it; 
Take this shroud away from me, Father I can’t wear it,
Not my will but thine, I said, and by the morning I was dead.
Could the death of a son of god have been a suicide by cop?

When  Soldiers  came I didn’t hide,
 It was by their hand this Jesus died.
They say I’m Jesus the Nazarene,
 Of the Jews, I am the king.

All my friends were sleeping,
In the garden I was weeping.
Just a decade in the rosary, my agony, 
it wasn’t meant to be.  This agony.

You make a hero out of me,
you worship me, adore me,
You pray to me to save you by his amazing grace.
All the time forgetting  that  the price glory
Is to bear the pain of  all the human race.

I’m not the only son of god, perhaps the first but not the last.
They say the good die young, they must, to let this chalice pass.
Many hearts are broken now,  many lives touched by the blast, 
First the anger, then the bargain, then acceptance comes  at last.

They don’t deserve to die
 these brilliant stars in our night sky.
When the concert is over, the sermon is done,  
the heart may lie empty, absent the sun.

He was a kind, a gentle soul,
and he loved all children so.
Let them come to me, he said,
 I will give them wine and bread.
He cured the blind; he healed the lame;
and he took on our human shame

Did he have a motive?  He was in agony
Did he have a plan? Sure, They’ll hang him on a tree.
He gave them opportunity, to kill him when only thirty-three.
They say,  I’m  Jesus the Nazarene,  Of the Jews, I am the king.

It’s part of their make up, these brilliant night stars,
 their lives like beacons, that  flame out in the dark.
When the concert is over, the sermon is done,
the heart may lie empty, absent the sun.

What if their friends had stayed awake,
 What if they saw what is at stake
They didn’t know they were part of his plan,
their guilt and shame, came when they ran.

Jesus lived to love and show us;  They didn’t kill him just to save us;
The concert was over, the sermon was done, the heart it lay empty, absent the sun.
We’ll never know what might have been, had a friend been there for him.

RIP Robin Williams 8/11/2014

Monday, August 11, 2014


Today Robin Williams, took his life. Last month, a young woman well loved by many left behind a loving partner and daughter, her pain too great to bear. Last year the husband of my dearest friend took his life after a long chronic condition left him with intractable pain and vomiting. I wrote this piece with the intention of setting it to music. However, I feel moved to post it here. It speaks to pain and grief of those who suffer and of those who would do anything to lift their pain from the hearts. In my life, the love of my life was caught in the trance that would have ended in suicide had she not told me her intention. It is only Grace that she is here with me today, to stand together by the waterfall.

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Sometimes you feel  like a motherless child.
So alone,  so all alone.  Wound in your soul, a black hole.
black magic, its tragic, a dark spell is cast, holding you fast.
Feeling you slide into the dark night of the soul
I stay by your side, day after day,

Your pain weighs on me like a lode stone.
All my love can’t heal your pain
Your sorrow has become my shame
My hand can’t hold your sorrow.
Your sorrow has become my shame
Your pain weighs on me like a lode stone

Here’s what I need to tell you;
I cannot take your chalice, from you.
my joy can’t fill your cup
I pray that you can give it up,

Let the wind touch your face, feel the grass where you stand
For I can never hold your sorrow in my hand
Look to the mountain high and strong; look to the valley green
And pray for the day when we will lie down by a quiet stream

Pour your pain into the river, float on the river down to the sea,
Bless you child, let the cool of the river wash your pain away,
Rolling rolling down stream to the sea.
Sweeping  the pain away,  Feeling  your pain slipping away.

Let the wind touch your face, feel the grass where you stand
For I could never hold your sorrow in my hand
Look to the river cool and clear look to the aspen tall
I Pray for the day when we will stand tall by the waterfall.

One minute of your joy will fill me up, Pour your joy into my cup,
I want to hear you laugh again,
Sing your songs of hope again, just for a few minutes each day.  

Eileen M. Jackson