Dave Tate: Listen

Evensong


It is the evening when the song to me is sent

In silent revelling

unspoken sacrement


and all around me breathes

the witness

of presence


let no condition hold the love we all bestow

The heavy headed watch

the greener grasses grow

and in this fantasy

of past and future woe


let it go


I wander - love will bring me home


Come to me lovely

you're gone without a trace


ain't that the way it goes


Simplicity is written in this play


Smile as soft as

Light or Dark as

Near and Far I'll roam


Right or Wrong...


I'm home