Saturday Nite Coming Up #1

Grind Your Espresso

Fine

Like tears shed in the dark

In the shower

Under the covers

In the car during lunch break

In the hospital parking garage

A tear is a fine thing

A holy and pure sacrifice

All my sorrow leaking out of

My world weary eyes

Over war, and cancer, and dead kids

False shepherds, lying politicians

For tomorrow we we pound down sanctuary doors

Swing wide the gates of heaven

May it be on Earth as it is already there