Now, Today

                    Today            11/8/07

I want to know. Now.

When the liturgy becomes archaic
And so entrenched in the dead vernacular,
I upload and begin drifting through the air
Surely there is ground somewhere
That is still clean and fertile, where seed can grow
Into the fullness of the archetype
Showing the wonder of the blueprint fleshed out.
It is the vernacular that loses the life in the translation
Not because we can’t understand it
We have heard it said that way too many times
And it becomes an incantation with no power
An assertion we can recite from memory while our thoughts
Drift away on the air to some other place
And the intention evaporates with no scent at all.

Teach me old songs
But let me play them the way I play
Read me old stories
But let me tell them the way I live
Lay hands on me
But let me heal in this body
This body
Now

Because the one I believe in is not wrapped up in musty paper
Or rotting linens
Embalmed in old behaviors
No,
God lives here
He lives
He lives
Now