Share Your Sweet Libations Poem by Brian Kilpatrick

May God’s wind fill your sails
And his angels steer your ship
May fish abound in your nets
We have navigated by the stars for too long
On a barren dessert of sea with no wind to carry me
Oh a windward lee the minute you came to me
The forest of clouds dispersed as you removed the ancient curse
The sky was as blue as my soul from lack of hope
And the wind whispered come and dance with me
Leap like the dolphin from the sea come and rejoice with me
Those ancient words without rhymes still hold life like bread and wine
I fought the wind ever harder the more I struggled deep within
Surrenders sweet defeat did cloud my doubt
That we weren’t complete at birth
But through his baptismal fire laced with his
Complete desire for us made clear somewhere
Between dreams sleep and the first opening of the eyes
My mind likes to drift to where I am temporarily complete
Or at least to blind to see me otherwise
As my soul climbs ever higher above the clouds
Where the angels roam protecting their heavenly home
Guiding souls from earth to heaven
Or at least pointing them in the right direction
Oh there the angels play their heart felt strings
Oh their music to my heart it did sing
Heavenly praises in earthy phrases that need no translation
For every word is his creation use them waste them no excuse
They ride through prison walls hospital rooms bathroom stalls
From homeless shelters to homeless streets empty stomachs
Empty hearts who hears his child cry and does not rise to meet their needs
Sent upon a heavenly stead if only we remember how to believe
Oh the faith of make believe between heaven and earth and hell we stand
Creating from the promised land rise oh promised nation
And share your sweet libations to a world that faces soul starvation
Rise and feed these hungry nations rise with tools in hand
And act as if we are the promised land lift the world in your working boots
Faces full of our nations soot and all of the heart ache that they have seen
Quenched by the lord drenched with dreams all that begin on bended knees