Movement 3: Knock Upon Your Door

We must lie, then must rise,
led by the urging.
In the dark, in the light,
searching.

Feed my soul, quench me this day.
Fill my mind, teach me the way.
Feed my soul, quench me this day.
Fill my mind.

Sudden sensory overload,
expectant inhalation,
life-giving liquid to parted lips,
coursing of blood through neurons.

Who is the causal master of effect?
A shark in a dark pool hall?
Or a lover of harmonics
in a fantasyscape?

Grace and truth in the eyes of the mute
Lift the gate, unlock the door,
throw the bolt, shine the light,
approach the approachable.

I tried, I prayed,
I sighed, I cried.

There is only one thing that I ask,
There is only one thing that I need,
How to gently knock upon your door,
How to live in peace forevermore.