Bethany

An empty church

A listener sits listening

Speaking his fears

To a sacred heart

Hark, the angels sing

In dreams only, it seems

Yet I know there is more

Upon Revelation's Road

Jubilees and hours witching

Of sky and bell

Alabaster

A soft place

To fall, or further

Grace quiets the shriek

Lends me peace again

Where fear would say

She is dead

And love means nothing

At a distance

Hark, a thousand years of winter

Came and coming still

To Bethany

But I love you

Near or far

This heart is all that’s left

Vision of a thousand intimacies

Of death, and life

Princess, I’m going to change things

I’m going to bring you back