Different
The way out of the valley—
mist, green lush, indifferent.
The way through town—
noisy, fast, hard.
Lord, save me
from the crowded, hectic, masked world.
Finally, back home
where there is space for aching,
imagination, a floating human face.
I try to step into the slow music.
The way out of the valley—
mist, green lush, indifferent.
The way through town—
noisy, fast, hard.
Lord, save me
from the crowded, hectic, masked world.
Finally, back home
where there is space for aching,
imagination, a floating human face.
I try to step into the slow music.