Spoiler
TEXT:
What is love except memory unbound,
& what is faith except hearing the sound –
of God standing close & the saints still all around.
I hear you in the hush of the wind
I see your foot-prints when the tide moves the sand
I know when I’m brave, there’s your hand
I believe so truly in heaven,
because heaven believes fiercely in me
& doesn’t the sun rise,
& don’t the stars fill the night,
how could you see it all
& not believe in light?
We are all one breath of eternity.
There seems to be a purpose
in every thread, & all these loose-ends
I can see it’s woven through a tapestry, unbroken -
of how love doesn’t end, of how stories live on,
how Spring will come again,
& that maybe you aren’t far from here,
because earth’s edge is not so far from heaven’s.
What is love except memory unbound,
& what is faith except hearing the sound –
of God standing close & the saints still all around.
& what is faith except hearing the sound –
of God standing close & the saints still all around.
I hear you in the hush of the wind
I see your foot-prints when the tide moves the sand
I know when I’m brave, there’s your hand
I believe so truly in heaven,
because heaven believes fiercely in me
& doesn’t the sun rise,
& don’t the stars fill the night,
how could you see it all
& not believe in light?
We are all one breath of eternity.
There seems to be a purpose
in every thread, & all these loose-ends
I can see it’s woven through a tapestry, unbroken -
of how love doesn’t end, of how stories live on,
how Spring will come again,
& that maybe you aren’t far from here,
because earth’s edge is not so far from heaven’s.
What is love except memory unbound,
& what is faith except hearing the sound –
of God standing close & the saints still all around.
This is a more faith-focused / song-version of poem 30, that I wrote after poem 30, and hopefully can do a recording of later.
