lunamoth
Episcopalian
Shall we pitch our tent
On this mountaintop
You and I
And stay here ‘till
The last light fades?
Shall we be safe
And cling tight to this rock
As the wind
Churns the valley below
And the seas go dry?
Shall we stay
On this crag
Glory on our face
Silence in our heart
And silence below?
Or shall we descend
Shall we go
Back down
To the rumble and crumble
Where hands grasp?
Shall we go down
By rocky path
By thorn and blood
And enter in
The hungry throng?
Shall we return
To home, to warmth
To earthen smells
Clay pots
That never fill?
On this mountaintop
You and I
And stay here ‘till
The last light fades?
Shall we be safe
And cling tight to this rock
As the wind
Churns the valley below
And the seas go dry?
Shall we stay
On this crag
Glory on our face
Silence in our heart
And silence below?
Or shall we descend
Shall we go
Back down
To the rumble and crumble
Where hands grasp?
Shall we go down
By rocky path
By thorn and blood
And enter in
The hungry throng?
Shall we return
To home, to warmth
To earthen smells
Clay pots
That never fill?