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
As a
GIFT
Cc Felicity Buirski 1988.