For Willie Nelson

My life has been of pain,
Grandmother did the best she could,
Tried to raise pigs in my youth,
Instead took  the guitar and song,
I wandered into the forest for  so long,
seeking shelter from the storms that raged,

From a distance, I  heard  lyres,
The music  lead me out of  the forest,
By  the riverside was   Sirens in song,
Lillies floating upon the waters,
St. John,  beckoned,  I went into the water,
Sudden swift winds arose,
Carried me to the distant shore,
Nor cry, or did I weep.


As my eyes opened and before me,
Stood St John and in his hands,
Was honey and locus beans,
Wrapped in flatbread,
thus  I ate and was filled.

His calm voice spoke,
Now son, take your Guitar,
Continue on, for you have so much  work,
That needs to be done...
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1.11.18