A Canopy of Gold

Religion has been privatised like gas I know in church we still can hear the Mass Yet no Chaplain comes to dying men I did my best alone without a plan. Inside the holy sanctuary bare I became both priest and comforter I sang the sacred songs and gathered crowds Outside our little cubicle they bowedL I saw a canopy of golden cloth Hanging down from heaven, as it does It came nearer till it touched his soul I was silent, love can’t take control For a moment everything was still A little bird sat on the windowsill Then the cloth of gold was lifted high I wept the precious tears for those who die. That one eternal moment gave us grace I see your sunny eyes, your smiling face