The Burning Rock

When did I lose faith in the human race
When did I find walls to disgrace
When did I get so tired and old
Why did I decide to do what I’m told
Til it all bursts to colours afresh
That colours me red in my undress
In a dark grey casket of absent Being
In the terror of not knowing what I’m seeing
In the joy of a fragrance untold
In the willingness to just be bold
In the love of arms that hold me close
In the Name of the Father, Son and Holy Ghost

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