“Ambient Air”
In a green cool clear lake,
In a rushing river pulling at my feet
At the bottom of a screaming waterfall,
Lungs filling up with water, I’ll scream for you.
I’ll wait, I will, I will wait for you.
Truth and praise upon my lips.
In the dry desert winds that blow,
In the heat, the baking sun
In this flesh so damaged and hurting,
Throat caked with grit and sand, I’ll scream for you
I’ll wait, I will, I will wait for you,
Patience and praise upon my lips.
In an open field of waving grass,
Drowning in the ocean’s lure and grasp,
Under blue sky and orange-pink sunset,
Lost in forests of dark wind-tossed waves of leaves
Breathing out songs in my lungs, I wait for you
Love and praise upon my lips.
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