thoughts

Life is useless from beginning to end
With spasms and pain it begins
With pain and spasms it ends
Nothing more than a hot flash
in cold, cold world
Life is useless from beginning to end
Let us save our breath
For what is breath after all
But the beginning and the end
For breath delivers our first cry
And steals our last word
Life is useless from beginning to end

From here I have watched you
As you walked along the side of the street
where the light slices into the darkness
Silence follows you
Everything else is left behind
Your voice echoes
Your promise is a song
Your memory is sad

Who is the potter I say
Where is the pot
And where is the clay
His work's unfinished
Has he gone for the day
Just for today
From the belly of the Earth
came the clay
Came the clay he used
on that day
Listen in the evening
Listen and pray
That all will be well
in the morrow day
Who is the potter I say
Where is the pot
And where is the clay

Let injury heal
Let doubt find faith
Let there be hope in despair
let sadness become joy
Let love rule over hate
And let there be peace on Earth