This confusing fire where the flames fall down to earth The world is upside down and in the autumn we forget The pen within my hand led the ink into its mark The book upon my lap now lies closed, its verse retired No solace in these words, no mirror to the beauty here The paper and the page, the poetry that fails and falls and dies
Can you make me live? Can your words be true? Can you take this heart? Can you make it new? Why can I not change all the pain I see? Why do I do wrong? Is there something wrong with me? My head is in my hands, the tears fall down my face, Why do you forgive? Why cover me with grace? How can I not search all these mysteries? Forgive my unbelief, help me to believe
Like leaves the questions fall, silent, empty, stilled, untrue And in my heart I know you will never change and all I have is you