THE WORSHIP OF THE TRUE LIGHT FANTASTIC

the lord be praised is the essence of worship but we live in a sector befuddled by both praise and worship ... we take the first to be coin paid transfer noted return expected ... but the other to be self surrendered ... why do that when it's for the self the return is freighted ... all these packages in the mail returned to sender the self too busy on its knees to go to the door and sign the receipt too shameless and ashamed to go to the door in such a condition ... you wonder why so often the face and the voice are so pitiful in their need ... if we knew what worship was and praise should be we'd do it all the time ... we are slaves chained to the wall in plato's cave playing on reflections of the fire in a deep dark pit kneeling on the links to feel their impressions oh so sharply remembering the time we meant something or meant to do it something like that ... when all the time outside in the light the universal teaches the particular to sing and to play 3/3