Written by Stewart Acuff
Have you ever been filled up?
Not with the food we sup
Or water or whiskey
Not with all that rightly makes us angry
But filled up
In your spirit and your soul
Filled by The Spirit
The Spirit much bigger than us that can fill any hole
You know That Spirit and how it can fill you up?
I was talking with a brother the other day after our meeting – an artist – he plays jazz trumpet
I call him Too Sharp ’cause he always looks like he’s on his way to a gig to blow, blow and wail that horn
We got talkin’ like you do, and when he said he plays, I said I write a little – ain’t much good, but I try.
He said he knew.
He said all that inside us is our humanity
And its gotta come out
He said it’s in our eyes
Don’t know except The Spirit fills my spirit,
Then there ain’t no holdin’ back
It comes out or that damn breaks all to hell
Like a twister slammed full on to a shack.
It’s out now. Man, baby, it’s all right now
It ain’t a horn or an ax or skins, but still I wail.
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