We are all so close
As we wander and seek out
The Truth of our lives.
When we take the Bread and Cup,
Ev’ry pretense given up,
Holes appear in every wall
Preventing us from loving all.
For with the Blood and with the Flesh
Our souls are not only refreshed
But bound so that we may be One.
With God and people, like the Son.
Why bother with an art?
It’s messy from the start!
It won’t ever make you money,
Unless it’s popular or funny.
Why get involved with stone or paint?
Why your reputation taint?
Do something practical, not fight
To get the words or shading right.
Music’s nice to listen to,
But there’s no future there for you.
Can you help me decorate?
I’ve seen your stuff; it’s really great!
How do I speak these words of love?
Yes, that’s what I was thinking of!
How shall we now be entertained?
Singer, actors! Glad they’re trained!
See that mural?! Wow, so cool!
Glad she’s not in business school.
Art is called expendable,
Yet it is indispensible.
As firefighters stop a blaze,
So art inspires in many ways.
Right and wrong are ours.
In ev’ry situation,
The meaning changes.