Is there a world beyond
Your eye-like canvas
Beyond brushstrokes a way?
Is there redemption past empty words?
A Story beyond tenebrae?
The cries despaired in the lenten wilderness.
Banished forever, I fall in dismay
See, I was thrown out of the Kingdom
With the fallen angels staggering round
And set apart.
Yet whispering through the empty church,
You taught me the
Stations of the heart.
With funereal spices and herbs?
Will we still journey to the third day
Will we find dust reawoken to make
Music once more
The stone to our grief rolled away?
