I questioned exactly what it was that God had on his mind
passing over that lonesome geezer living beyond his prime
sitting in a rocker, chewing snuff, just… marking time.
Saying goodbye in the chill of winter’s purple dawn
I wondered where I’d find the strength to carry on.
Ashes floating in the current of a golden eagle’s soar
falling, clinging to the coat of sadness that I wore.
Kneeling on the dew-dampened ground I began to pray.
I heard the voice of God in the shadows of the day,
felt the warmth of his hand on my shoulder there
speaking to the sorrow and the pain that I bear.