No Footprints (5:25)
mist hangs above hills

above mist hangs stone face of mountain

above mountain face hangs a net of sky --

crack! there are wings and they rip the net!

and the Dance flows on

everything flows toward the rim of that

shining Cup



crossed sticks lie on earth

between crossed sticks -- pile of ash

something rises on the wisp of smoke

dog's feet move by fast

and the Dance flows on

everything flows toward the rim of that

shining Cup



through these channels/words

i want to touch you

touch you deep down

where you live

not for power but

because i love you

so

love the Lord

and in Him love me too

and in Him go your way

and i'll be right there with you

leaving

no footprints when we go

no footprints when we go

only where we've been, a faint and fading glow...



(mainly Banff 19/7/78)