My father's spirit

Oh God of my father's spirit 
That Ye shalt bestow thy will 
Upon my breast 
Thy jawbone is deadlocked 
And thy heart is empty 
Like the sea and an empty sky 
Reflecting an empty shadow 

Oh God of my father's spirit 
Wherefore art thou 
In the ruins of theatres 
Where all the great actors played 
Played out their roles 
In these amphitheatres 
Echoes are the wind's mentor 

For where are Ye now 
In the mind desolate
Screaming into the earth 
Crying into the sun 
Shouting into God's book 
For a weeping child lays 
Lays in her mother's bosom alas 

Oh God of my father's spirit 
Light a candle for those who live it