Such sun on the trees
Such shadows on the page
That such a song lyric I heard
As the Corn Bread Crumbles
More time than ever
To clean the abbey
Less time than ever
To use the abbey for prayer
And the new organ
Not yet through its guarantee
Sounds out with resounding echoes
For all of those who are absent
Might that I remember
How happy I felt
How anxious I felt
How the two were tied together in you
More time than ever then
To play the hipness-hapless mind games
Less time than ever then
To believe that one is destined for prayer
