Be My Guest

by Nicholas “The Bard” Andrea

I’m having a hard time trusting my passion
this time –
it’s led me astray so many times before;

but, I will walk forward, anyway, tonight
for life is an inside job that’s been waiting for me to get it right;

and now, music, love, and merriment will prevail upon us
like a couple of hobbits dancing on the emerald green earth
celebrating what is inexpressible –
just you, me, Earth;

there is love, here
I don’t know how it emerges or what it looks like fully grown
but, there is love, here

and so, I let you in
I let you in, now

something new can grow, now
miracles, I’ve once resisted
I let you in;

something magnificent is flowering my chest where only briars once grew
I don’t know what it is
but, maybe that doesn’t matter

maybe only THAT it is, is enough to gain my “yes”
and “yes,” I do say;

I invite you:
enter this garden and be my guest
sit in the high place and enjoy the beauty of this work I’ve done;

that I may learn the fruits of devotion, come, be my guest
I say “yes”
sit in the high place
and enjoy my best
Come, be my guest.

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About NickAndrea19

My goal has always been and continues to be the liberation of minds, my own and what influence I may have on others, to perceive the extraordinary beauty all around us. To this end, I write, play music, and design websites. Don't hesitate to contact me for more information about any of these activities. :)
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