mist hangs above the hills
above mist hangs stone face of mountain
above mountain face hangs a net of sky-
crack! there are wings and they rip the net!
and the Dance flows on
everything flows toward the rim of that shining cup
crossed sticks lie on earth
between crossed sticks-pile of ash
something rises on the wisp of smoke
dog’s feet move by fast!
and the Dance flows on
everything flows toward the rim of that shining cup
through these channels/words
i want to touch you
touch you deep down
where you live
not for power
but because i love you
so
love the Lord
and in Him love me too
and if Him go your way
and i’ll be right there with you
leaving
no footprints when we go
no footprints when we go
only where we’ve been. a faint and fading glow…
mainly Baniff 9/7/78
From ; Bruce Cockburn’s album “Dancing in the Dragons Jaw’s”
1979 High Romance Music Ltd. All Rights Reserved.
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