Holy & Alone
I’m not so insignificant
I’m gone with the wind
Not so unneeded
as to keep myself a secret
Not to be only lonely
But to make every moment holy
I hold up a humble gentle crooked mirror
I hold it wholly, double it up, try to see clearer
The old familiar voice comes calling down through the ages
The home I found in my mother’s faces
Don’t let me be hidden from you
Help me to hold up, lift up your heart
The colors of your painting
Lines that I see so clear
Where I want to make my home
Like a steady sailing shot
That carries me