Sweet sweet engine of mercy,
bright flying speck in the sun,
tomorrow I’ll be riding a donkey,
tomorrow I’ll be on my way home.
Ah! The invisible carnival ride,
I’m standing in line to climb on.
Twirling and spinning on bright wings,
Look out! Here we come!
Mud and bone and fire and water,
blood and ice and cloud and slaughter.
Bloody, holy, hallowed ground
bloody, empty, silent sound.
Shining face upon the pillow,
little limber, sleeping willow.
Sleeping deeply we recall,
sleeping deeply we remember.
The ash upon the embers,
the fire within the cloud,
the sound seeking hearing,
the truth seeking sound.