Thus turns the world to sleep Like the thoughts, revolving Behind my eyelids I see you, there And I shut them so much the tighter For I hear a thousand voices Intone so bright a chord I know I could never quite dance Suitably, to such a song. Thus I clench my fists around Every word and they fall, Broken, to circumstance And to some future skyline, Forgotten like a picture book. How could I ever dream of days Filled with anything but despair And false wells to drown in Except... You. All, except for You. You are a singularity, a ray: simplicity Ebullient and towering and glorious And altogether baffling For countless are the days I've spent, floundering in puddles Of my own design, silencing The whispered corners of my mind. Still, even now You do not forsake me And still, the words I claim are rubble They all will fade to retrospect As dust, beside You. Heard softly, Your words are all that I shall ever need.
Not the prettiest type in the world, but until I find a better way to preserve the structure, it’ll suffice. 🙂
Ooh, I need a song to leave y’all with, don’t I… So here’s a song about the Transfiguration. Because, why not have a song about the Transfiguration? So there you go. And it’s pretty.
Good old Sufjan never lets us down…
I hope that wherever you may be this evening, dear reader, that you are feeling the peace and joy of Christ that thaws every winter into spring. (Maybe it won’t for a little longer if you’re up north. But He will. Just you wait. 😉
Peace to you, now and always. Stay classy.