Absent Saint

You walked on water,

held my hand through the fire

A saintly presence, a high-climbing spire

But when the ground shook,

you were nowhere around

Left me alone on this cold,

hard ground

Maybe your absence was the ultimate grace

To make me stand up and look at this place

To learn to walk when the shadows grow long

To find my own voice and sing my own song (ooh-ahh-ooh)