Tears and fears and angel dust
Will fall upon us as they must
But we must never, ever try
To turn our face and so deny
For each lesson that we learn
Sears our wounds, oh but the burn
We rail and cry and push away
Deny His council on that day
And then forever walk alone
Seal up our hearts just like his tomb
But the path, the light, the way
Open, waiting, formless clay
Is ours to hold so very close
Accepting all without remorse

August 2, 1999