It was a summer storm that broke the heat.
She had a blue umbrella as she stepped into the street.
I saw her look up from beneath the grill.
I thought better of it and closed it up again.
The rain slipped down like unchecked tears.
The way that miracles arrive and then disappear.
I nodded as I watched her smile and walk away.
Having just seen the finest prayer ever been prayed.
There's a big white sky filled with stars.
Feels so close but feels so far.
I'm tired of all the rage,
tired of all the worry.
I'm ready for a great wild mercy.
Great wild mercy.
May we all forgive his tattooed on his
arm like a sign from God or a hit and run.
He handed me my coffee he just poured.
May we all find the mercy we've been longing for.
There's a big white sky filled with
stars that feel so close but feel so far.
I'm tired of all the rage,
tired of all the worry.
I'm ready for a great wild mercy.
A great wild mercy.
Some of us are just born restless.
Dazzled by the heart and softness of things.
Sensing an ever-present goodness still circling on wings.
There is news of the world and news of the heart.
Stories we tell parcel and part.
It'll all unfold.
The teller and the told.
Stories that will heal us and the ones we let go.
There's a big white sky filled with
stars that feel so close but feel so far.
I'm tired of all the rage,
tired of all the worry.
Looking for some peace, trying not to hurry.
Leaning into something absolutely sturdy.
I'm ready for a great wild mercy.
A great wild mercy.
A great wild mercy.