There’s This Pitcher of Something Good and Holy

Everything’s so perfect, I’m afraid. How can things be better? I don’t know. Sometimes there’s this emptiness and sometimes there’s this pitcher of something good and holy and it fills you right up. And it’s easy and it's flawless and it's straightforward. This thing’s a reminder and it’s an event. It’s friends and it’s lovers. It’s your children and they’re beautiful, young and handsome. It’s adoration, affection and love stitched into sighs. It’s inexperienced smiles. It’s a wheel and it’s flowers. It’s tombstones and it’s cakes. It’s one too many beers. It’s a blushing with embarrassment. It’s senseless lies made to make you smile. It’s one too many of a good thing. There’s this pitcher of something good and holy and it fills you right up.