Album: The Holy GroundGolden Thread
I looked into a mirror made of lines
With tiny symbols here and there to make the image mine
A woman stood and painted, and showed me what to find
The different parts, the fire, the air,
and where my life would climb:
and where it joins another, and what would always bind:
It¡¯s a golden thread to hold you all of my days,
Hold my head against you, now and for always,
Sewn me up, shown us a long, long time;
Makes you my life, makes you my life.
The moving finger writes and goes away;
I¡¯m weighed upon a balance here
and I¡¯m told that I can stay
The kettle heats, the water speaks up, says I¡¯m not alone;
My whole life is a tapestry, and hanging in my home.
And here it joins another, by what will always bind:
An when you looked your angel flew away
And what it meant was your protection¡¯s gone another day
And what has come to change you,
and have you come what may
Is fashioned by an old triangle, green as April haze,
And blue is just a colour, but blue is here to stay.