True Confession . . .

Again, music is speaking to my heart. I stand convicted by a song by an awesome musical duo:

The Twenty First Time

by Monk & Neagle

Listen Here.

nowhere to live, nowhere to fall

he used to have money,

but he’s wasted it all

his face is a photograph

burned in my mind

but i pretend not to see him

for the twenty-first time.

he sleeps under stars,

that’s all he can afford

his blankets and an old coat

he’s had since the war

he stands on the corner

of carter and vine

but i pretend not to see him

for the twenty-first time.

he may be a drifter,

he’s grown old and gray

what if he’s Jesus

and i walk away?

i say i’m the body

and drink of the wine

but i pretend not to see him

for the twenty-first time.

i say i’m the body and drink of the wine

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but i pretend not to see him for the twenty-first time

Photos, taken by me unless posted otherwise: 1. San Francisco, 2. Portland, OR, 3. Salamanca, Spain, taken by my daughter, 4. Lima outskirts, Peru, 5. Salamanca, Spain, taken by my daughter, 6. Portland, OR, 7. Hawaiian Breeze Community, Peru, 8. Puerto Rico, 9. Lima, Peru, 10. Rosa Community, Ica, Peru.