Millstatt

The wind like my mother she called my name.
A whisper heard over the cars, the cries and the clamor.
The lake like a mirror it looked back at me.
Reflecting no fear, no fault, finding not one a single scratch.
The mounts like my father they guarded the ground.
A shadow cast over the town, it’s streets, and it’s people.
The trees they swayed in the wind that spoke.
I joined in their dance to the song that echoed off the mountainside
This must be where God comes to rest.
This must be where God comes to rest.
The calm like my brother it kept by my side.
A feeling that nothing at all could rid me of meaning.
I stood like a child with worry in hand.
I threw it into the lake.
I felt the weight lift off my back with
every bounce across the water and then it sank.
I was a feather.
The sun like my sister, so gentle, so bright.
I was the day waking up, adjusting to the morning.
The fog like a blanket surrounded me whole.
The church bells joined in the choir,
and we all sang come, oh peace, be nigh.
Come, oh peace, be nigh.
This must be where God comes to rest.
This must be where God comes to rest.
This must be where God comes to rest.
This must be where God comes to rest.