we cry among these iron hills
the light is building bars of darkness
above us and how they stretch
how to break the last strength
in our weary necks with looking.
the night falls like a lock
grinding across the long land
turned by an invisible hand
and we are each of us undone.
o mercy mercy me
I fled the long grey walls
to find a prison all my own
and how I hate the jailer the jailer
using my own fingers against me
so tight against my throat
so we come and we sing
somewhere someone
come with your key
come with your stone hard beard
come with all your fear
and set us free
come down moses
come on come on down
bless us bless us
with your lightning eyes
break back the heavy dark
and tell us tell us
be well love
you are well loved.
1 comment:
I liked all the mixed industrial and slavery images.
Kinda cast the benediction at the end of church in a different light, because, although it's a blessing, it's the fallen and trapped asking for a blessing to fall on their fellow man, so it's not a blessing so much as a request for blessing.
I always used to love benediction time. A) It's a beautiful tradition that has been somewhat neglected or dumbed down to "goodbye" rather than "God be with ye" and B) it means the end of church if the sermon has been tedious :)
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