Your pall enfolds me,
October.
Your skin’s on fire,
bristling the northern water.
Here she comes,
Hold your breath,
Like a star before her death!
Feels so nice,
this haunting totem.
Christ’s sacrifice
colors the trees.
Here she comes,
Hold your breath,
Like a star before her death!
You are my light and my God.
You are my staff and my rod.
Your grace is lovely Jesus
and through Your blood God sees us.