No Footprints

Mist hangs above hills
 Above mist hangs stone face of mountain
 Above mountain face hangs a net of sky --
 Crack! there are wings and they rip the net!
 And the dance flows on
 Everything flows toward the rim of that
 Shining cup
 Crossed sticks lie on earth
 Between crossed sticks -- pile of ash
 Something rises on the wisp of smoke
 Dog's feet move by fast
 And the dance flows on
 Everything flows toward the rim of that
 Shining cup
 Through these channels/words
 I want to touch you
 Touch you deep down
 Where you live
 Not for power but
 Because I love you
 So
 Love the Lord
 And in Him love me too
 And in Him go your way
 And I'll be right there with you
 Leaving
 No footprints when we go
 No footprints when we go
 Only where we've been, a faint and fading glow...