here i am
like jesus
living my nights
by
candlelight.
wish i
had some water.
wish i could
turn it into wine.
wish i
could find
zacchaeus
then i’d
have somewhere
to dine.
i could bear
bethany
and mary
and hear
martha’s whine
as long as
she says, “lord
this dinner i
prepared is thine.”
lord, what is mine
is yours.
master
let what is yours
be mine.
give me my
heavenly feast
in this life
before
i die.
say
the mystic words:
let there be water!
let there be light!