From Dust

She rode a pale horse for five days straight
Up a mountainside to a frozen lake
And the sun moved west through east
Giving rest to all beneath
She took a knife to start a flame
And drew the fire from her vein
And the blood fell drop by drop
Staining the ashes on the mountain top

She went to find
The world was blind
And prayed to he
To let her see

She spoke a line, they sang a verse
The litany became a dirge
The priest cried on rhyme by rhyme
Drunk and sad on eucharist wine
The glass below was cracked and stained
The awning red and the sacred reign
Hung above from a plastic cross
The wooden one had begun to rot

She went to find
The world was blind
And prayed to he
Who let her see

On the seventh day upon her climb
She lost all sense of space and time
There was black and nothing more
Than the sound of hooves on the frozen floor
From the void there came a word
And the voice was blessed, and the word was sure
The floods came drop by drop
And swept the ashes from the mountain top

We sheltered and we watched
We learned what had been lost
We sheltered and we stopped
We learned that all was dust

Dust from dust
Dust to dust
Dust from dust
Dust to dust