Update

The new blog is doing well and I'm thinking about publishing with these guys.

A Surfing Poem

You will have to travel a little for this one.

The Branches [a meditation on bits of Psalm 80]

"You brought a vine out of Egypt;
you drove out the nations and planted it."

We sing your praise
with our fragile songs
using fragile hearts;
it won't be long.

"You cleared the ground for it,
and it took root and filled the land."

We sing your praise
with our fragile songs
using fragile hearts;
it won't be long.

"The mountains were covered with its shade,
the mighty cedars with its branches."

We sing your praise
with our fragile songs
using fragile hearts;
it won't be long.

"it sent out its boughs to the Sea,
its shoots as far as the River."

We sing your praise
with our fragile songs
using fragile hearts;
it won't be long.

"Watch over this vine,
the root your right hand has planted,
the son you have raised up for yourself."

We sing your praise
with our fragile songs
using fragile hearts;
it won't be long.