Nan Geary: Words to Music: Destroying Angel

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DESTROYING ANGEL

The cold winds meet with the warm,
The gathering of the storm.
And earth waits calm for the fury,
Release from the dry and the dreary.

The Healing Angel stirred Bethesda’s pool.
Destroying Angel, stir me, stern, not cruel.

For now I’m hollow and numb
And beaten like a drum.
This sound no music is making,
Just time from emptiness taking.

O Healing Angel’s waters, give me life.
Destroying Angel, cleave me with your knife.

If living’s dead to me, then,
Dying, I might live again
And kill the nightshade within me.
Death Angel, wrestle and win me.

And Healing Angel, wake me from my sleep.
Destroying Angel, wield your scythe and reap.

As with the ground and the grain,
These cycles on me have lain.
The seed must die with the planting
To grow by earth’s green granting.

Destroying Angel is dancing.