When I scattered the stars in space
I knew one day you would see them
That one day they would lead you to me
When I made the waves roll on the sand
I knew one day you’d chase along them
That one-day they would lead you to me
I was thinking of you when I made the grassy hills
I knew one day you’d love to climb them
That one day they would lead you to me…
“Where are you from?” she asked me, well-meaning eyes expecting an answer that would fit neatly into this cup of tea after church world we’d stumbled into like refugees from another planet.
I blinked. My voice stumbling lost in my dark throat…
The problem is with the seeing.
If you never see their pain
you’d never feel it
wrap around your heart
quickening it’s beat
squeezing you to act.
The problem is with the hearing…
A GOD NEARBY
When battles fought and battles lost
roll as waves upon my shore
when I with tired and weary soul
wouldst sink and breath no more…
