Earthwatch

         
It is winter, and I bear a dead world.

My courts are well-worn
And of all the souls there passing
Few suffer
That ones dies
To give so much.

My Sovereign has sent such a one unto them
As a spirit disguised.

Many have sought to subdue me
It is the command
But you, my Sovereign, have quelled any enmity between us
You have given me water
And I have given you corn.

Your eye has always been upon me
As mine will ever be upon thee.

He said, “Beloved..”
One voice like many rivers

I am your paths
Your pastures
Your bread
The stars that watch you through the night
I am thy grave
And I am thine ark.