A Soul Set Sail - WOOOOOOOOO!!!!

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* for Abby, forgive me
* dedicated to Scary Kids Scaring Kids, Set Sail
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[HOLY SPIRIT….WOOOOOOOOO!!!! {*..hiccup} WOOOOOO!!!! {*belch*}  I GOT MY BEER, PARACLETE, I GOT MY BEER WOOOO!!! COME ON HOLY SPIRIT, COME ON BABY BOY!!! I JUST BROUGHT MY BEER INTO THE PERPETUAL ADORATION CHAPEL SON….I GOT MY BUD LIGHT IN THE CHURCH, DOS EQUIS IN THE PEW!!!! …why….??? you say??? CUZ ITS TIME TO LET THE BEER FLOW LIKE WINE!!!! WOOOOOOO!!! LETS CELEBRATE DAWG!!! IN JESUS NAME…in….jesus…..name….WOOOO!!! CUZ HE SET ME FREEEEEEE!!!!! BOTTOMS UP MY NINJAS!!! HOLY SPIRIT THIS POEM’S FOR YOU DOG…he set me FREEEEEE]

----------------/A Soul Set Sail:  (The Cry of the Man With The Withered Hand)

Failure is the only way society can categorize the inept,
the kids who
after a certain age cant feed themselves, or in class
write neatly on their own wax tablets, or play board games
without a parent’s supervision to mitigate peer scoffing –
the repeated charges levied of an unbalanced playing field
like echoes of a banshee reverberating from the River Styx,
inexorable chastisement from Pluto,
cosmic wrath
dictated by six and seven year old diminutive tyrants. 
In adolescence, failure is the guy with unkempt hair.
His clothing disheveled, chaotic battles of the sloth,
glutton and drunkard, staple songs of giggling girls mockery
that damn
Even if untrue, they holdfast to reputation
and damn.
Weirdo reprobate with his right hand in his pocket,
his right eye always glistening in the sunlight,
walking home alone
contrary to the hardy young men training for battle
Jewish soldiers of the Pharisees,
warlords of the next generation,
marauders who poach the helpless of all dignity
toppling him over as they make way,
impudently.
So the synagogue turns refuge
where tears unabashedly flow,  in secret shadows
(silent prayers for redemption for two hands
to hold a son a daughter, a wife’s face…)
in the back pews
alone and unnoticed, unwanted everyday
irrespective of Sabbaths.
Oh if only I could close my eyes
and stretch my hands forth like in my dreams
if only all could be redeemed and made whole
the years stolen like black scars renting my heart be healed
and not just my hand, Good Teacher….
If you can….
my soul is withered too

[Dedicated to all the withered souls out there tonight. May God restore us all. May God be the Wind in our sails]


----Matthew 12:1-14
At that time Jesus went on the sabbath day through the corn; and his disciples were an hungred, and began to pluck the ears of corn and to eat. But when the Pharisees saw it, they said unto him, Behold, thy disciples do that which is not lawful to do upon the sabbath day. But he said unto them, Have ye not read what David did, when he was an hungred, and they that were with him; How he entered into the house of God, and did eat the shewbread, which was not lawful for him to eat, neither for them which were with him, but only for the priests? Or have ye not read in the law, how that on the sabbath days the priests in the temple profane the sabbath, and are blameless? But I say unto you, That in this place is one greater than the temple. But if ye had known what this meaneth, I will have mercy, and not sacrifice, ye would not have condemned the guiltless. For the Son of man is Lord even of the sabbath day. And when he was departed thence, he went into their synagogue: And, behold, there was a man which had his hand withered. And they asked him, saying, Is it lawful to heal on the sabbath days? that they might accuse him. And he said unto them, What man shall there be among you, that shall have one sheep, and if it fall into a pit on the sabbath day, will he not lay hold on it, and lift it out? How much then is a man better than a sheep? Wherefore it is lawful to do well on the sabbath days. Then saith he to the man, Stretch forth thine hand. And he stretched it forth; and it was restored whole, like as the other. Then the Pharisees went out, and held a council against him, how they might destroy him.

---Set Sail Lyrics
Through a stranger's eyes
 I take a good look at my life
 Only to find that I’m not living
 I’m not alive
 I wanna live to tell the tale
 I wanna wake up before my ship sets sail
 Don’t wanna try to be anyone else
 I just wanna try to find myself
 We all know life could end in an instant
 We all just disappear
 So let me put this into perspective
 Let me make this clear
 I wanna live to tell the tale
 I wanna wake up before my ship sets sail
 Don’t wanna try to be anyone else
 I just wanna try to find myself
 I’ve grown tired of the same old f*** story
 I think I’m ready for a change
 If there’s a higher power up there watching over me
 Could you give me a sign today, today?
 Cuz I’ve grown tired, I’ve grown tired
 I think I’m ready for a change
 I wanna live to tell the tale
 I wanna wake up before my ship sets sail
 Don’t wanna try to be anyone else
 I wanna find myself, I wanna find myself
 I wanna wake up (I wanna find myself)
 I just wanna wake up (I wanna find myself)
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Christ wrought, had a spiritual meaning. By nature our hands are withered, and we are unable of ourselves to do any thing that is good. Christ only, by the power of his grace, cures us; he heals the withered hand by putting life into the dead soul, works in us both to will and to do: for, with the command, there is a promise of grace given by the word. (Mt 12:14-21)