Half Light, Epoch, And Phase – Daniel Amos – letras

These are the images I arrangeTo fill in my report on youHoliness, mystery, disturbing and strangeObscuring the point of my viewEveryone seems to know just what you areBut I never seem to break throughForgive me please if I can’t see that farLife’s dulling the point of my viewHalf light, coming through the dark glass darklyHalf light, where faith and doubt remainHalf light, tattoo scars where shadows mark meHalf light, I don’t expect you to explainThis is the passage I undertakeOver the epoch and phaseThe terror and sweetness of history and fateThe last word on the very last pageEveryone seems to think they’ve got it madeThat you’re on a rack by the doorIt’s true, I don’t know much except I am savedFrom falling through cracks in the floorTomorrow I’m planning to write the great bookIn which I will capture our timeSet forth the fury, the sound and the lookIf I could just make up my mindEveryone seems to think you’re on their sideBut I don’t think you’re that smallHow could they see it when reason has diedWe haven’t a clue to it all