as it burns away flesh and earth and leave behind sacred?
have you ever dared to take a flower petal in your fingers to study the lines
the ones that spell life and sun and Light and little things?
these are the things we forget to remember. that Light erases darkness and flower veins spell mystery, that value is found where money is missing and silent touch is often more important than too many words?
don't you dare look out your window, darling
everything's on fire
the war outside our door keeps raging on
hold onto this lullaby
even when the music's gone
// safe and sound :: the civil wars //
it's about seeking Him where He may be found, in all sacred corners that are most often forgotten. because if He wrote in the dust, why can't i?
it's about holding on to music when everything burns, and all that's left is you and Him and the lion's song, ringing clear in the night, crying
see, I am doing a new thing.
all things are made new, dearheart.
i'm spinning in these dustmotes, cape in hand and candle in the other.
i'm closing my eyes and leaping into crystal pools. it's His country i seek. i'm safe and sound, drowning in His glory.