Cântăre Life is a church

Watching the surf cover up my toes

Breathing the salt air from the coast.

Ten years old with my eyes pressed closed.

Life is a church.



Remembering first love’s tender kiss.

Mourning the loss of my innocence,

The bittersweet taste of it on my lips.



Life is a church.

These are the sacraments.

This is the altar.

Love is the spirit

Making the blue planet turn.

Life is a church.



Watching my baby being born

Written all over you, pain and joy

Holding your hand, it’s a little boy.



Ashes to ashes, earth to earth.

The preacher throws in the first handful of dirt.

My little boy asks me, “Does goodbye always hurt?”