THE LAW
Out of the dark of a night of rain,
Day has flowered to light again;
And from the silence the ages long,
Has come the joy of a wood-bird’s song.
Broken souls in a barren vale,
Created the need for a Holy Grail;
And blasphemous sin painted for me,
The pale, red bloom of the Judas tree.
The costly price of hallowed tears
Has sown the wastes through countless years;
And over a crimson, riven sod
Lies a clear, white road that leads to God.