Orion's Belt

Orion’s Belt

Now that I hear you
in my mind, all the time,
coming like a song
with a beat and a rhyme.

Coming in a dream 'bout the sacred host,
dreaming that I've won: I'm the one, with the most!

Then come the jewels
in a row, in the sky,
shining on the belt
of the warrior guy.

Seems to the dreamers who have diagnosed,
dreams that have meaning like the ship on the coast.

Three sacred words
have won wars, and brought peace,
spoken in the face
of the secret police.

“Please forgive me”
have kept armies engrossed.

And “I love you”
once closed a military post.

Three tiny words
could be spoken, in our ears,
spoken from the place
where we face our fears.

Spoken to the killers as we raise our toast
to the Father and the Son, and the Holy Ghost!

Three little jewels
sparkling high, in the sky,
shining on the belt
for the three Magi.

Seems to us that they’re worth a riposte,
from Orion in the sky, like he'd ever need to boast!

Speak three words as you raise your toast,
to the spirit of the ship, in the wreck, down the coast.

The words “I love you”
closed a military post.

And “please forgive me”
kept the armies engrossed.

Speak to the lovers as you raise your toast,
to the Father and the Son, and the Holy Ghost!