After Gavin Bryars, “Cadman Requiem”
We were not there when stars were flung
wide, wide, across the vast expanse.
We were not there when hearts were knit,
when breath was breathed inside.
We were not there when plans were made,
when laws in hearts were broken.
Yet we were there to feel death’s sting
and feel the plan’s undoing.
We were there when sparks flew up
and fire scorned the fickle ground,
when sound was lost and wings spun out
and everything was falling.
Ours were hearts un-tuned to sounds
of life and perfect leading.
Ours were rebel schemes which blew
the hope out of the sky.
Though stars may fail and hearts implode:
still, still Creator God, uphold.
O kyrie eleison, Christ –
have mercy on us all.