As we gather around the table
As we break the bread
As we pour the wine
As we pass the fire
As we sort the piles
As we spin the yarn
We hold hands that are next to us
Each meal is more important
Each one closer to the last
A slight adjustment to the leg
Unlocks the gate to heaven
Some things never leave you
Like a tattoo or hot brand on a steers neck
A thoughtless comment
A flip of the zipper
Can poison the well forever
Fast moving sky
Slow moving fish and chips
Don’t covet stuff
Never regret the experiences
We are all pink inside
We all need a little time
To identify the thickness
Of the the layers
We need time outside the water
to
Feel the fish’s skin
Schwervon! 