the endless seed of mystery,
the thorn, the veil, the face of grace,
the brazen image, the thief of sleep,
the ambassador of dreams, the prince of peace.
I am the sword, the wound, the stain.
Scorned transfigured child of Cain.
I rend, I end, I return.
Again I am the salt, the bitter laugh.
I am the gas in a womb of light, the evening star,
the ball of sight that leads that sheds the tears of Christ
dying and drying as I rise tonight." -- Patti Smith, "Easter"
Whatever Spring welcoming holiday you may be celebrating this weekend, I hope it's joyful and relaxing.
I have replaced the link to Cool Hand Bak (which has not been updated since the end of January) with a new discovery. Drop by I Am Fuel, You Are Friends, and say hi to Heather. While you're there, be sure to locate her Jeff Buckley tribute.