bye bye shadowlands
the term is over
and all the holidays have begun
now she walks on fresh fields
when its dark and evening falls
her tracks are on the land
she moves among men
she is everywhere and noplace
as a prize
but she is in the shadows
ocean and the sand
they would seek to have her
she is everywhere and noplace
her church not made with hands not contained by man
she dancing high as clouds faster than the arrow
straight as any crow that flies
across great seas she travels
she is everywhere and noplace
her church not made with hands
up through rising lands isn't that a pretty sun setting in a pretty sky?
will we stay and watch it darken
the church not made with hands
not contained by man
unmade
that precious place
by man.
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