A Gap In The Clouds

The curse of it all
The blessing of it all
The dark bark of it all
The beauty of it all

To reflect upon it all
is to grow heavy
weary
under the onslaught of her silence

and like a bee to the purple
like a shadow to the moon
like a shimmer from reflected grace
the truth will blind us soon

When once there was a seedling
When once there was a smile
When once there shined a coal-black eye
Thine fervent beauty came alive

The curse of it all
The blessing of it all
The dark bark of it all
The beauty of it all

To hear the tune of it all
is to grow feathers
wings
under the onslaught of her wisdom

and like a finger to the ‘bow
like a bird to the nest
like a light from distant shores
the truth will come to rest

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A spiritual distance of starlight
shines the love of angels
upon the hearts of those
who write the same song