I was there: we were blessed on the steps of Center Hill
The sun was shining, storm was coming, Owen Mark was dressed to kill
and in a flash of pure obscurity
the ways of grace were placed in memory
Goes to show you don’t know which breath of wind will turn the mill

I was there: we were sailing on the Chesapeake Bay
You were smiling, the bow was rising like a phoenix from the fray,
some of the things you carried made you wince
some weight was lifted then and ever since
Goes to show you don’t know the second you were saved

So peace, be still
So peace, be still
So peace, be still and know

I was there: I was standing in the darkness of the age
You were lighting candles, writing tales of Godric for the stage
and you were pointing out the company
St. Matthias in the mezzanine
Goes to show you don’t know who will turn the page

I was there: you were plucked like a brand from the flame
And you were crying when a commentary called out your name
in the years between and ever since
there were the scatterings of evidence
Goes to show you don’t know the sound of your own name

So peace, be still
So peace, be still
So peace, be still and know

(April 2010)