The Veil

Hands thrown wide accept the water accept the tide
Arms held close play cards held close to the vest
Feet that step onto a wide path give grace to the labored stride
                                   Stitches of muscles tearing up the side
They push like petals on a merry met mountain bike
A hideous holy hike.
                                    A last ride like the one we all will take
            Where all will go
                                    A horse on its last leg a heart about to break
             Hidalgo.

Drops and drops of water pounds me into submission mixes with the sand
Makes mud;
Drops and drops of life sweat with submission I can't understand
Makes blood.
Hands thrown wide accept the nails accept the tide.

And then He accepts time only slipping past
Ripping the curtain that broke the lesser priests
Away from those in the holiest of holies

All this so that I would never be lonely...

And the Others, His Brothers, He saved Them
And the Hooker, His Sister, He kissed Her
Even held Thomas' hand in the hole in His side
And if it hadn't been for the Gulf, the Sheol, then...
Then the most beautiful Angel of All might
Have just switched to His side.

All this so I would never be lonely again.

7.3.2005