Tuesday 25 June 2019


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
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

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