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 Bethesdas pool.
Destroying Angel, stir me, stern, not cruel.
For now Im hollow and numb
And beaten like a drum.
This sound no music is making,
Just time from emptiness taking.
O Healing Angels waters, give me life.
Destroying Angel, cleave me with your knife.
If livings 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 earths green granting.
Destroying Angel is dancing.