I left behind all that I could,
took what i might need,
walked myself into the wood
where mountains grow to seed––
their yearlings tumble at my feet,
rolling on their way,
both back to where it all began
and far beyond today
Angel of our mercy now,
pull me close to thee––
keep me safe from everything
that tries to set me free
It’s better that I spend my time
learning to receive
all I pushed away of mine
while looking up your sleeve––
better that I learn to read
the lines that draw my face,
changing like a hexagram
moves out and into place
Angel of our mercy now,
pull me close to thee––
keep me safe from everything
I thought would set me free
There’s no rest for the weary now
and never has there been:
seeping so deep in our hearts
it rises from our skin––
smelling of the fires
that steal our dark to day,
standing up before the eyes
we’ve closed upon our way
Angel of our mercy now,
pull me close to thee––
keep me safe from everything
that tries to set me free