Into A Bosom Forever [Dedicated to the Boston Bombing Victims]

* Saint John pray for me

* Dedicated to Keane, Somewhere Only We Know
http://youtu.be/Oextk-If8HQ 

* Dedicated to the victims of the Boston Marathon Bombing Massacre

Now there was leaning on Jesus' bosom one of his disciples, whom Jesus loved. – John 13:23

-------------/Into A Bosom Forever; John’s Thoughts Resting On Jesus’ Bosom

In between lamb and bitter herbs candles sway

slowly as if dancing synchronistically. I lay my head back

intentionally savoring this moment

gleaning memories, and stories, from dialogues and smiles

and laughter and singing from everyone –

 this magical, amazing ambiance of twelve romantics

on a wild, wily unpredictable path. Of death and life we hum in chorus

fondly recalling all the inconsequential minutiae along the way,

red wine euphoria, razzing each other in turn for foibles and faux pas:

snickering at the near drowning in Galilee,

razzing about the inability to expel irascible demons, we bellow in unison

“NOT WITHOUT PRAYER AND FASTING!!!!!!” guffawing, unsure

whether or not fate would have us withstand all that is to come.

Trading grapes, unleavened bread for reverent accolades

praises for a man rife with baffling healing, miraculous feeding and purging temples

- our Savior who makes all seem easy and effortless. As if he were born for improbability

a baby born amongst sheep with claims to Kingship

wreaking of dung insisting on heaven and holiness, bleating sheep are trumpet blasts…this man

esteeming outcasts and tax collectors as royalty

brings me to tears. Its warm outside tonight,

the luminescent rays of the moon give the room a white glow, hallowed,

like Elijah must have looked in his chariot, and Enoch resplendent

before they went to be with God.

The God whose bosom feels like home

a place only we know ….and never want to leave.

[To all the victims of this unspeakable tragedy, my prayers are with you - may we all rest in the Bosom of Jesus together one day soon....away from all the madness, and hate]

------------Somewhere Only We Know Lyrics

I walked across an empty land

 I knew the pathway like the back of my hand

 I felt the earth beneath my feet

 Sat by the river and it made me complete

Oh simple thing where have you gone?

 I'm getting old and I need something to rely on

 So tell me when you're gonna let me in

 I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

I came across a fallen tree

 I felt the branches of it looking at me

 Is this the place we used to love?

 Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

Oh simple thing where have you gone?

 I'm getting old and I need something to rely on

 So tell me when you're gonna let me in

 I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

And if you have a minute why don't we go

 Talk about it somewhere only we know?

 This could be the end of everything

 So why don't we go

 Somewhere only we know?

 Somewhere only we know?

Oh simple thing where have you gone?

 I'm getting old and I need something to rely on

 So tell me when you're gonna let me in

 I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin

And if you have a minute why don't we go

 Talk about it somewhere only we know?

 This could be the end of everything

 So why don't we go?

 So why don't we go?

Ah-ah-ah

 Ah-ah-ah

This could be the end of everything

 So why don't we go

 Somewhere only we know?

 Somewhere only we know?

 Somewhere only we know?