Surrender as motion — bread, wine, and the pull of love.
Words & music by Brody Bond · Written August 31, 2019
So, anchor to the wind
To go where it's blowin'
Perpetual resurrection
It all just keeps expanding
My son rode a bike
And he flew a kite
Then he floated down a river
I've not sailed a sea
I have not believed
Oh, but I have kissed my lover
So this is
Is what it's like
Like to be now
Like to be here
And it's all alright
So this is not
Not what I thought
You never can see
What it's gonna be
Only what it was
So, anchor to the wind
To go where it's blowin'
It's the in- and exhale
The sun's moving, too
Going somewhere
Pulling us along
Me and you
Floating through space
Orbiting time
Orbiting love
Crushing grain and grapes
Into bread and wine