Strange

Stranger Grace Song

Here I’m just a stranger on your shore
Someone odd you might abhor,
But no one thinks I’m out of place
Where I live in outer space,
No, no one thinks I’m out of place
Where I live in outer space.

Outer space that’s not a place
Just something purely made of grace
Insubstantial to the core
And if you search for something more
In your heart or in your mind
It’s only empty space you’ll find
That out of need constructs a place
That can be filled by humankind.

A world that bears a friendly face
Where all is timed to human pace,
And nothing’s left in outer space
No time to run your human race
To win or lose in love or war
Or to see a stranger on your shore
Composed of nothing but that timeless grace
That sings of where I live in outer space
Composed of nothing but a timeless place
As if there were a point in space
Where all the turning spheres embrace
Making up this song of grace.

And when I search the empty space
To seek the point I cannot find
Where nothing is beyond a mind
That looks out from its human face
Into a world that’s fixed in place
Where I appears in timely grace
Making up this song of mine
That turns upon a point in space
Where all the spheres turn still in time
Making up this song of grace
To explain the place of space
In this song I have in mind
Before it’s lost in human time
Without the merest trace or sign
To show that nothing is sublime.

©justWords, Thomas Albert Fox

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