A Prayer for Our Times

We’ve gone in the black valley
We’ve toyed with love’s devil
It’s just a knife it’s the jawbone of life
This alley’s level has flags at half-staff
We’re at the edge of the cliff
I look at me and my name is you

The sun says to you speak
The wind lays you down
And the ground takes a knee
There’s a tear on your cheek
But it may be the rain that we need
I look at you and your name is me

We’re at the edge of the cliff
But it might be the rain that we need
I look at you and your name is me

For our Ukrainian friend Eugene, on night watch in Kiev

-Eric Lucas