In the Lap of the Mountain (Benediction)

Lay me down beside you In the lap of the mountain, at Georgia's chest My troubles are nowhere near me Left where I found them so I can rest Call me by the name you've been speaking onto me From the time we left together Your fingers on my head, an oil of anointing Because I was sick but now I'm better I could fall in love with my own impermanence To be known but unremembered Write this in my flesh, nothing is indelible But solace may be found here together Out here on the road, what a strange retreading Of a solitude that reeks of home It's nothing but a word, but this time let me have it I know none of us should go alone --- In the Lap of the Mountain (Benediction) - Chris DuPont