So I was wondering how the world would treat a new prophet, and I decided it would not be very well.
I went down to the ocean's edge, and the ocean spoke to me,
And it washed me with its salty tears, and told me I was free.
I went to the top of the distant mountains, filled my lungs with ice-cold air,
And the sun looked down, his eye like fire, and fixed me with his stare.
So I made my way to the coolest valley, to a place where the sun don't shine,
And hid in there, 'til he ceased to stare, but then darkness came to dine.
And the darkness licked its lips at me, and I glimpsed its yellow eyes,
So I ran as far as my feet would carry, towards the red sunrise.
I went to the rim of the fiery volcano, put my face to the red-hot granite,
And it spoke to me of age-old things, as old as the heart of this planet.
I walked in the desert til my feet were raw, and the clothes tore off my back,
And God spoke to me, and his words were pure, and then he sent me back.
I walked to the edge of the great highway that crosses from sea to sea
And the trucks rushing by, between earth and sky, whispered their words to me.
And their whispered words, like little bug turds, so small as to go undetected,
But I knew Gods word, for He spoke it to me, and the word is “Resurrected”.
And now I’m down at the infirmary, getting my prescription filled,
There’s Lithium, and Modecate, and I rattle from all the pills.
Doctors won’t believe that I talk to God; they tell my folks that I’m disturbed,
So I smile at them, and take the pills, but still I hear God’s word.
Now I’m locked in a little white room, padded like Heaven’s clouds,
And God is there - he’s with me too, safe from the madding crowds,
And he talks to me, and I write it down, from sunrise into the night,
And he tells me soon his time will come, he’s just waiting ‘til the time is right.
Yes, I’m locked in a little white room, padded like Heaven’s clouds,
And God is there - he’s with me too, safe from the madding crowds,
And he talks to me, and I write it down, from sunrise into the night,
Tells me that he’ll be coming back soon - he’s just waiting ‘til the time is right.
© Copyright David Burne, Jan 2000, Control.
