The Glorious Forsaking
What can hold life if ev'rything life holds?
Is there meaning if ev'rything's purposed?
Can there be depth if ev'rything's surface
Or bravery if the world's made of bold?
Where is the still that accompanies know?
Where now the flower and where now the Rose?
When cometh grace for the follies we chose
For endless gestures with nothing to show?
Come now the hour, yea it comes in the night
The star is upon us, burden so bright
The Oath of the ages laid at our doubt.
So come and step softly, come with steps light
When ev'rything's said, 'haps silence is right
And silent the night, hear rocks crying out.
