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Repairs And Alterations

You can call me lover

You can call me friend.

You can call me traitor

Then try to make amends.

With a thought you create me Lucifer bringer of light

And I will illuminate your darkness ad infinite!

Or you can call upon the Saviour, summon up the King of Kings

Who will deliver you from the darkness the light brings.

I am slowly melting into Fire,

And very soon I will inflame your heart.

And you can choose to sit there very quietly

As still as a model for my perfect work of art.

Or you can celebrate my coming with water -

Splash about like a child in your every cell.

Or you can steel yourself with pain, afraid of sunsets

And sit alone tonight in the dark of your own private hell.

I once acknowledged you with terror.

You stopped my power with your feeble breath.

Look I only ever meant to waken you

And now I fear I've scared you half to death.

I was clumsy it's true to lift my hammer and chisel at you

And watch your body turn from flesh to a pillar of stone

And the sparks of intuition fly up to Heaven

And leave you here forsaken and alone.

Upon your back I engraved my Ten Commandments

Then I turned and made my weary way back home.

You can call me lover you can call me friend.

We're gonna work it out.

We're gonna work it all out in the end.

So now you've seen what's written on the menu -

Surrender's the dish I penciled in at the end.

The Chef lies wounded in the kitchen,

And His Blood is the wine we recommend.

You can call me lover

You can call me sister or brother.

We're gonna work it out.

We're gonna work it all out in the end

Here I stand in all my faded glory

But at least I can stand to tell the story!

Be it ever so difficult to change -

Or impossible to rearrange.

But if we're to be repaired and altered

All tools of force will only buckle and bend.

Forgiveness cleaves apart as it cleaves together

To form a perfect indivisible mend.

But I've lived so long in my confusion -

It's hard for me to make a choice.

You see I've heard so many voices calling

How on earth am I to know my Master's Voice?

Yes I've lived so long in my delusion,

It's hard, oh God it's hard to make a choice like this.

The pain that I've so very long befriended

Would be offended should I forsake it now for bliss.

And he who would betray me with a hammer

Could so easily betray me with a kiss.

But I breathe again as my heart tells me,

"Didn't the Father's Son already pay the price for this?"

And the Woman in us all foreclosed is reinstated

When she accepts these generous damages

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Cc Felicity Buirski 1988.