The weary troubadour
confesses, he laments
he's not where, where he wants to be -
better things present
But he sings his songs to waiting ears,
he sings and he tells tales
sharing wisdom he has gleaned
from saints through ancient years
His life pours through the microphone;
the audience receives
the flourish of his fingertips;
he makes us
fully pleased
A glimpse into eternity
when no one counts the time
for we are kin and kindred
in the circle of the divine
confesses, he laments
he's not where, where he wants to be -
better things present
But he sings his songs to waiting ears,
he sings and he tells tales
sharing wisdom he has gleaned
from saints through ancient years
His life pours through the microphone;
the audience receives
the flourish of his fingertips;
he makes us
fully pleased
A glimpse into eternity
when no one counts the time
for we are kin and kindred
in the circle of the divine
---
Inspired by the opening night of Steve Bell's retreat for "Refreshing Christian faith and spiritual tradition for the weary and the wary."
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