The way is dark up ahead of me. The way is dark and I cannot see. What I love the most is a flashlight beam. Lighting up the way when I cannot see. . The way unfolds like an open hand.
It's four in the morning, the last dregs of the evening.. I sit and rock on the front porch swing,. 'Til the morning sky starts bleeding. It's cool and it's quiet,.
There's a ring around the moon,. There's a chill in the air.. There's a mean kind of justice,. Coming down coming down. . Angels wring their hands and put ashes on their heads.
There has never been a day. When the world wasn't new. When the sun didn't rise. Or the light breaks on through. Things might get a little worse. Before they get a little better.
When Adam went out to name the animals. He sat on a rock and he figured. Horse and cow and goat and sheep. Were the best names that he could deliver. But Eve looked around at all of that glory.