Sacred

The him of the sacred is all around us,
Give yourself to the song, know we are
But a flash, that it all is lent to us not
Ours, we wrap possession around
Every living and dead thing, like we
Could claim it as our own and take it
To the grave, we are just lent it for
Awhile, we wither and die and the
Next generations come expecting
To possess because we have not taught
It is not ours, it belongs to the future
So let go to the sacred thrum and
Teach it to your children's children