St. Andrew's Day
Will you share this meal with me?
Somewhere between
Scotland and Sicily
A sip of wine, a simple spread
Filling the hole within
With broken bread
Perhaps it might be only me and you
Or we could ask all our loved ones
To come and join us too
And from across the table
You might hear me say
I will not forget St. Andrew's Day
I remember late November
The air it had a chill
I saw you walking toward me
Up on the hill
We spoke of books and art
And Saints, and givenness too
And that famous composer whom
Neither of us knew
There's a prayer in
All the things that we create
Chosen were the bread and wine,
Not the wheat and grapes
Maybe it's too soon to feel this way
But I will remember St. Andrew's Day
Made in the image
Of Someone hidden and obscure
I saw something shimmer
In your written words
They were strung together
With intention and mystery
Like the rosary beads, your gift to me
I know you need quiet when you write
I will give you the morning
If you give me the night
No, I will never get in the way
And I will not forget St. Andrew's Day
May we come along Uncle Drew?
Please invite your brother Peter too
We'll travel eastward
On the Silk Road with you
Following your sandals to someplace new
Or we can lead if you prefer
She will take care of God's children
While I take care of her
And if even if she
Decides to go her own way
I will still remember St. Andrew's Day
Will you share this meal with me?
Somewhere between Scotland and Sicily
The bread of angels, the cup of today
I will not forget St. Andrew's Day
Somewhere between
Scotland and Sicily
A sip of wine, a simple spread
Filling the hole within
With broken bread
Perhaps it might be only me and you
Or we could ask all our loved ones
To come and join us too
And from across the table
You might hear me say
I will not forget St. Andrew's Day
I remember late November
The air it had a chill
I saw you walking toward me
Up on the hill
We spoke of books and art
And Saints, and givenness too
And that famous composer whom
Neither of us knew
There's a prayer in
All the things that we create
Chosen were the bread and wine,
Not the wheat and grapes
Maybe it's too soon to feel this way
But I will remember St. Andrew's Day
Made in the image
Of Someone hidden and obscure
I saw something shimmer
In your written words
They were strung together
With intention and mystery
Like the rosary beads, your gift to me
I know you need quiet when you write
I will give you the morning
If you give me the night
No, I will never get in the way
And I will not forget St. Andrew's Day
May we come along Uncle Drew?
Please invite your brother Peter too
We'll travel eastward
On the Silk Road with you
Following your sandals to someplace new
Or we can lead if you prefer
She will take care of God's children
While I take care of her
And if even if she
Decides to go her own way
I will still remember St. Andrew's Day
Will you share this meal with me?
Somewhere between Scotland and Sicily
The bread of angels, the cup of today
I will not forget St. Andrew's Day
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Writer(s): Burke Thomas Ingraffia
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