We partook of the Holy Sacrifice
And we endured the taste of bitter herbs
We were protected from the evil night
But not from the death screams that we heard
She played her music in the threshold
In that solemn place between death and life
Where true tales of love and beauty are told
And goodness stands on the edge of a knife
We were passed over and we were set free
Protected and serenaded from wrong
And I guess in this daylight I can see
The Blood and tears in the sound of her song
But back then that was not how it had seemed
I just knew we were safe, while the world screamed.
Benjamin Cline
June 2000
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