but can you feel the Hands of Time
moving up the arch of your spine
no serpentine, He is The Vine
and you’re the branch He keeps alive

just breathe, you’re here, accept The Light
and don’t look back, it’s not a fight
the war you waged will fade by night
A Risen Sun will give you sight

and in the rays your fruit will grow
and golden morrows you will sow
don’t ask me how, I do not know
but this I cling to as I go