Good Friday            
             
Sat at my window watched the world 
Wake up this morning 
Purple sky slowly turning golden, 
Distant elms so orange 
You'd swear they're burning 

All this flowing water 
Has got my mind wandering. 
Do you ever finally reach 
A point of knowing 
Or do you just wake up one day 
And say, I am going? 

What will I tell you 
When you ask me why I'm crying 
Will I point above 
At the Red Tail gracefully soaring 
Or down below where it's prey 
Is quietly trembling? 

Two thousand years ago Jesus is left there hanging. 
Purple sky slowly turning golden. 
Cowards at his feet loudly laughing. 
Loved ones stumbling homeward 
Their words reeling. 
Red Tail above my head quietly soaring. 
Waters turn from ice, creak is roaring. 
He says, enough of all this shit I am going.


             
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