Into my arms
I don’t believe in an interventionist God
But I know, darling, that you do
But if I did I would kneel and ask him
Not to intervene when it came to you
Not to touch a hair on your head
To leave you as you are
And if He felt He had to direct you
Then direct you into my arms
And I don’t believe in the existence of angels
But looking at you I wonder if that’s true
But if I did I would summon them together
And ask them to watch over you
To each burn a candle for you
To make bright and clear your path
And to walk, like Christ, in grace and love
And guide you into my arms
But I believe in Love
And I know that you do too
And I believe in some kind of path
That we can walk down, me and you
So keep your candles burning
And make her journey bright and pure
That she will keep returning
Always and evermore
Into my arms, O Lord
(N. Cave, 2001)
An Australian Anthem.
A Ballad of loss, quiet and plangent.
An Ode to sorrow and blessing,
that will comfort generations of listeners.
An Exploration of the mysterious regions of your soul.
A Hymn, to end a relationship.
A Commision by, and Dedication to,