Monk Funk Ritual

(ooh) Kyrie in the broken air

Thirteen black roses by the stone A prayer half-buried in my throat

Cold steps remember what I know

I came too late to call you home

One small candle, one long night

Your name trembles in the white I keep reaching through the smoke

For a mercy I can't hold

Now that the light

is gone

The windows in me lie in shards All that I carried on

Falls through my hands

and leaves its marks Salt on the wound and still I sing

Soft stone under a heavy ring

I should have laid my truth down plain Before the church bells

took your name

If grace is real,

let it begin

Not after loss, but here within

Teach these hands to hold the pain

And not let go of love again

Now that the light

is

gone

The windows in

me lie in shards All that I carried on Falls through my

hands and leaves its marks Still I will sing your name Into

the stone, into the dark Thirteen black roses Under the rain Kyrie,

keep watch

Till I can say your name

Thirteen black roses

(ooh) Let it

remain