Bread and Wine, by Arthur Debenham

Bread and Wine

Embers to spark

Spark to flame

Flame to light

Never the same

Please don’t drink from that grapevine,

Don’t go eating from the rumour mill,

The green eyed monster lives on lies,

Spite and malice till it’s had its fill.

Your mind always plays tricks on you,

It’ll coax and lead you astray,

Don’t let the truth be twisted,

She’ll never be turned away.

People always said,

If it’s meant to be it’ll be,

Ive never liked that phrase,

No control on destiny.

Always second guessing thoughts,

What you think isn’t what’s real,

Don’t worry about what people say

Trust their hearts, know how they feel.

A little life, Perceived anon, Reflected upon, Through jubilance and strife. Where do you go

Those incoherent whispers Words from inside or out They have no logic or reason They create the maze of doubt. Echoes from the past

A flicker, a glimpse, A pierce in the void, A beacon in a bleak sea. The grip loosens, The fog clears,

The sun on your face, The wind at your back, A life well lived, A Journey on track. I’m not running in this race,

My favourite nightcap, Doesn’t matter where we are, My cure for insomnia, Don’t ever stray too far. Strong and full bodied,

Remember when I was small, You raised me up on shoulders, You always lent me your strength, A hundred times over. Remember when I came of age,