(S. Ingersoll, 2001)

The lights go down
the night closes in
for a moment, you are here
I hear your voice
I feel your love enfold me
the wind here blows so cold

Now you’re not here I am so aware of how much I need you

When I raise my hands
you bow your head
I see only one way through
Then you raise your head
I fall away
the battle is not won

Now you’re not here I am so aware of all we do not say

Forgive me all my trespasses ... you tread so carefully
deliver me into your graces ...  show me how it can be