Dying In Circles

Beside the shadow of a frozen chapel
Under the marriage of the cross and crown
Outside the privilege of the "chosen ones"
The Image of God is sleeping on the ground

Spires pierce the sky like steel through your hands
Planks from our eyes plunged in your side
Water poured out but we want wine
You said, "Take and remember"
But we always forget

To the outcast sons, to the sojourners
Descendants of loss
I'll hold my breath until you can breathe
To truly live I must begin anew and be consumed
Make a heart of flesh from these hollow stones
I'm learning what it means to trade my certainty for awe

When you fell to your knees to wash my feet
Did you see the trampled shadows stained underneath?
Did you hear the acrimony
Perpetuated by the puppet sewn to the pulpit?
We forgot your life and became a people of death
Spell-bound by the celibate spectacle
Inhabiting mausoleums

We are the eulogy at the funeral of God
To the outcast sons, to the sojourners
Descendants of loss: be consumed
I'll hold my breath
To truly live we must begin anew

Trade your certainty for awe