Friday, April 15, 2022

A Gentle Pool of Wine

In observation of Passover
& Holy Week:
a rare piece from Sam's brief phase as an iconographer ~ 1998.
Thoughtfully annotated by Grandma Rosanne.

Lyrics from Jesus Christ Superstar

Look at all my trials and tribulations
Sinking in a gentle pool of wine.
Don't disturb me now, I can see the answers
'Till this evening is this morning, life is fine.
Always hoped that I'd be an apostle.
Knew that I would make it if I tried.
Then when we retire, we can write the Gospels,
So they'll still talk about us when we've died. . . .

For all you care, this wine could be my blood.
For all you care, this bread could be my body.
The end! This is my blood you drink.
This is my body you eat.
If you would remember me when you eat and drink. . . .

In the Wine Time

Look at all my trials and tribulations
Sinking in a gentle pool of wine.
What's that in the bread? It's gone to my head,
'Till this morning is this evening, life is fine.
Always hoped that I'd be an apostle.
Knew that I would make it if I tried.
Then when we retire, we can write the Gospels,
So they'll all talk about us when we've died. . . .
Think while you still have me!
Move while you still see me!


Room Service at the Hotel Valley Ho


Close - up of Cafe Monarch ~ Scottsdale, AZ


Also for Holy Week
& more photos from Scottsdale,

see my recent post
"Palm Sun-day, Palm Moon-night"

@The Fortnightly Kitti Carriker
A literary blog of connection & coincidence;
custom & ceremony

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