Adiago un Poco Mosso

it's slow and moving

this space within me

where mountains float in skies unchartered

and rebels lay down their weary heads to rest

take a step back,

weary traveler

oh recipient of love

and be awoken slowly

to the sound of singing

angels in the heavens holding hearts in hands

and blessing over blessing

the paths on which we walk

slowly

there is a step in front to take

merely one at a time

and all that is ever asked of us

is that step

do not be let down

great and weary traveler

the snow begins to fall

after years of children's prayers

and it falls lightly on cathedral towers

and further, beneath our feet

poured out like grace

and the wind is not an enemy

it is the passing of time

it is the christmas carol sung

it is the silent resolution

of a years worth of doubt

and here we are, its children

unencumbered by our failure

oh, grace, grace, grace

fall and make us worthy

fall and give us life

each tiny speck of silence

each wilted blade of grass

I shall slow dance in this snow

to the beat of a thousand hills

to the rhythm of the birds singing

to the melody of salvation

free and flowing

bright and blossoming

I shall rest in my transcendence

I shall run to my solution

there, in your never-ending sky.