6 – GODDESS OF THE GOSPELS

In the empty cathedral
All the Saints are there
I can’t find her anywhere
Outside there’s music
Of a wedding feast
There she’s standing silently
She raises her head and swallows a key

Stories have been written
Still they’reĀ  unread
Tell me why was it denied
He was always by your side
You’re the one that he preferred
Beloved bride in red

Goddess of the Gospels
Your hair flows long and free
Goddess of the Gospels
You’ll always walk with him
At the altar you were wed
You are standing holding hands
Beloved bride in red

He often kissed you on the lips
The secret is set free
Man and woman rising sun
You’re the long lost key
One in flesh and spirit
Sacred sexuality
Bonded for eternity

Goddess of the Gospels
Your hair flows long and free
Goddess of the Gospels
You’ll always walk with him
At the altar you were wed
You are standing holding hands
Beloved bride in red

In the empty cathedral
All the Saints are there
In the stillness of the moment
Something fills the air
There she’s standing silently
She raises her head and swallows a key

A butterfly with scarlett lips
Utters words of wisdom
A painted harlot kneels to pray
Winged horses ride the sea
Nothing’s as it seems to be
Nor is it otherwise…