The noise inside this tired room Is just an echo in the tomb Of smaller dreams and worn-out names That flicker out in silent flames You pour the day into the glass You watch the brittle minutes pass And wonder why the well's run dry Beneath this same, unchanging sky So lay your thimble down,lay your thimble down You were made to hold a crown Cup your hands to skies of fire Fill yourself with something higher Let the shallow river go There’s a tide you do not know Breathing in the vast unknown Fill yourself with something higher Than stone. You've memorized the cracks and lines On ceilings of your own design You've built a god of certainty Of what your tired eyes can see But in the stillness, just a sigh A feather-fall from somewhere high It brushes past your guarded soul And hints the making of the whole So lay your thimble down, lay your thimble down You were made to hold a crown Cup your hands to skies of fire Fill yourself with something higher Let the shallow river go There’s a tide you do not know Breathing in the vast unknown Fill yourself with something higher Than stone. It will not come as lightning stroke Nor as a pious, heavy cloak It is the silence in the sound The solid ground where you are found It is the letting go of"mine" To touch the branch of the True Vine The empty space, the open door You are the vessel, wait for more… So lay your thimble DOWN, lay your thimble DOWN! You were forged to hold a CROWN! Throw the windows wide to fire! FILL YOURSELF WITH SOMETHING HIGHER! Let the shallow rivers GO! There’s an OCEAN in your soul! Now you are not left alone… Fill yourself with something higher… Fill yourself with something higher… Fill yourself… Let the cup be overflowed… The love that bore you… Is your home. ___@
