Sacred Waters

Ephrata has called in song

Let water pass beneath me. Let water pass above me

Who is listening? And where shall I find thee?

Under rocks and in the rain. Always and ever so few

and so far away. Who will care if the music stops

and I am left singing to the trees?

Handprints make faces on the wall. Echoes make answers to my calls

The quickened dead speak to me by day and hold me when I sleep

Ephrata has called in song

Let water pass beneath me. Let water pass above me

Ephrata has called in song