Eli Eli Lama Sabachtani

Eli Eli lama sabachthani.
At the table of bread and love we shared
Eli Eli lama sabachthani.
In the garden of tears and futile prayers
Eli Eli lama sabachthani
On the soft lips of a betrayer friend
Eli Eli lama sabachthani.
Echoing in words drifting across a fire
Eli Eli lama sabachthani.
On the cutting edge of a mortal spear

Please take this cup away from me
The bitterness is overwhelming me
Let me find another less painful way
Fear unbearable, the price I pay
The merciless tide of destiny pushing me Passage of torturous death awaiting me
I fall, I pray, I cry
I die
It is done
I have become

Your Name

If I wrote your name with water,
and the sun snuck out to steal it.
Will I see you in the rumbling storm,
or a silver maned tumbling stream?

If I whispered your name to the wind,
and the seasons came to borrow it.
Will I hear it in gentle whispering leaves,
or a cool and wanting autumn breeze?

If I drew your name in bright pictures,
and the long steady hand of time fade it.
Will I see you in a vivid coloured sunset,
or adorning the wings of a butterfly?


Mirror, mirror on the wall.
Who are you, walking down this hall?
You say it’s you, but all I see is me.
Tell me, what’s real and what’s mimicry.

Was it you I saw a thousand times?
Or simply my reflection, silent mimes?
You say it’s you, but all I see is me.
Escaping shattered glass, I am free.

I see the puppet on a silver string.
You pull the cords and make it sing.
You say it’s me, but all I see is you.
A puppet master without a clue.

Did you see me walk away?
Were you too busy directing a play?
You say it’s me, but all I see is you.
Reflected in the performance you construe.