Kingfisher

When I get where I'm going I will lend a steady hand Build a little cabin, dig a river through the land Does a pilgrim tremble when he finally finds a home When the rock bestows the water and binds the broken bone I go out walking in the forest to a place I've seen A fountain flowing like a highway running through my dreams When I get where I'm going, there's a woman in the dust We have wrinkles on our bodies proving love's been good to us She is standing proudly squinting in the summer sun Satisfied surveying all her hands have done We go out walking in the water where the silver swims Cicadas singing like somebody washed away their sins I see a kingfisher ascending to his rightful throne The meek inheriting a city they can call their own When I get where I'm going, guns are hammered into plows Promises we made to war, turn into broken vows Faithful is the Spirit, our troubles to employ The bread of our affliction returning to us joy Like horses foaming with the sweat of captives breaking free Like mother's milk into the belly of a broken reed I go out walking on the mountain where the thunder rolls I smell the rain of heaven coming to the earth below I see a kingfisher ascending to his rightful throne The meek inheriting a city they can call their own --- Kingfisher - Andy Squyres