Swirling Eddies Holy Holy Holy
i was feeling kind of haggard,
low, and shadowy
like a ghost involved in assault
and battery
just a figment of my own dark
imagination
hangin’ around backstage for
an invitation to
walk the streets of light in new
jerusalem
see what in my dreams at night
she had always been
in a wedding dress of white,
and crowned with seraphim
now she’s putting the magic
bite on me once again
it’s holy and still a book
I believe it’s holy, and still the
sky it’s
holy, and still tap water
holy, holy, holy
i caught a glimpse of
something in someone else’s eyes
there in the least likely face of
someone i despised
a trace of new beginnings,
when tears are cried no more
and the moment that i knew it,
i walked out my prison door
and into
golden streets of light in new
jerusalem
see what in my dreams at night
she had always been
in her wedding dress of
white, and crowned with
seraphim
now she’s putting the magic
bite on me once again
it’s holy, and still a kiss
i believe it’s holy, and still the
moonlight
it’s holy, and still the wine and
bread
holy, holy, holy
holy in a baby’s breath
in an unexpected guest
in a friend or an enemy
in a poor man’s misery
holy, and still the rain it’s
holy, and still a strangers face
holy, and still a song it’s
holy, and still a prayer it’s
holy, and still a sunset it’s
holy, and still a starry night
holy, and still laughter it’s
holy…
