mournful wail
slides along hill
over and around
while frozen man stands
praying for moss and limbo
"Lord hold me here
till doomsday come
till doomsday come
hiding from broken
I cannot flee from"
but that won’t happen
so man moves east
’cause the light comes quickly
walking from deepening dark
stone-stepped and weary
while the rose sun rises
spilling fresh-fire spirit
amidst the waking song
"Lord move me east
till doomsday come
and steep me in
the eternal Son"
Harnessing Chaos 