bye bye shadowlands

the term is over

and all the holidays have begun

now she walks on fresh fields

her tracks are on the land

she is everywhere and noplace

when its dark and evening falls

she moves among men

they would seek to have her

as a prize

but she is in the shadows

ocean and the sand

she is everywhere and noplace

her church not made with hands

not contained by man





she dancing high as clouds

faster than the arrow

straight as any crow that flies

across great seas she travels

up through rising lands

she is everywhere and noplace

her church not made with hands





isn't that a pretty sun

setting in a pretty sky?

will we stay and watch it darken

the church not made with hands

not contained by man

that precious place

unmade

by man