a voice crying out in the postmodern wilderness

The Foreman and the Bricklayer

One at a time
Mortar and stone
On this wall, I'm home
I do not see the final plan
Just my wall
But I know I'm building a cathedral
And man it'll shine
In due time
Glorious, but not mine
My work is crooked
I loaf and grow weary
But the Foreman, he guides my hands
Here, son - no, no, right here, we
Are making great progress
Keep your head down, son
Someday you'll see this thing
And you'll have the keys

The Scandalizer

Head and Heart