iMago dEi

yahondu

This song is in memory of my son,
Micah Eberhard
(Jan 27, 1987 - Aug 8, 2007)

Neath the clay, iMago dEi
glory keeps while beauty sleeps
from the womb a flower blooms
brights the day, blesses the clay –
from the womb a flower blooms
what a day, blessed clay

A gentle bud, a color burst
A private garden, he’s the first
a quiet one, grown up tall
creative gift - blessed us all
quiet one, tall and fair
blessed us all, blessed the air

The fragrance sweetens, did I notice?
colors deepen, he had chosen
justice mercy and a humble walk
these the words he took to heart
justice mercy and a humble walk
the words that touched his heart

Must we watch that gentle flower
fall to earth at such an hour
its final fragrance given up
the unexpected tramples beauty underfoot
its final fragrance rises up
glory lays down underfoot

Death pierced the flower, threw it away
Rolled the stone, won the day
will i see beauty again …..
can there be grace in the pain?
will i ever see beauty here again …..
can grace survive the pain?

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Somehow the flower raises its head – and blooms again
made more lovely now in death – than its ever been
For on the other side, Beauty has the final word
- Beauty is the final word
iMago dEi… neath the clay, breaks the soil, and flies away….