Heartbroken God
Spoken - In His gentlest sorrow, still He sets the earth to smolder and the seas to boil. In His sweetest love still He withers the very fruit from off the trees in the glory of His light. So, in his heartbreak, is every soul called to him before His wrath and anguish be stilled. Still is He your Lord

Soft little clay do you not remember
How I used to hold you when you were small?
You were so fragile so delicate then
I lovеd you then, and I still do, sweet doll

What did you do with the bitter hеrbs?
I had hoped you would cast them away
But then, who am I who asked for blood
And then sent another lamb to wash it away?

When I dream I see pillars and pillars
Salt, smoke and fire all intertwined
The feeling of falling with your jaw cracked open
Who else would for weep for you, who else but I?

Some stranger comes and I am lost
What sorrow they carry in a hollow belly
You ask the way from a heartbroken god
But I who made you know not who sent me
You were made to breathe and now
I see you still beneath the earth
Where did you go? I must have blinked
Please will you wake me when you return?

Soft little clay, I made you whole
But in the jumble I got lost
You might have seen me weep but my tears
Burned up in the kiln into starlight and dust

Spoken - And in the halls of the lord there is light and music and revelry, but the throne sits empty at the head of the hall. For the Love of Him tore Him asunder and now He lies scattered across the vast starry blankness, with all His beloved creation, filling that immense emptiness with soundless noise