He walked, she walked

By Nicholas Hooper

He walked in fields of green and blue
Her gaze held life and death for you
We ask ourselves, what is his name?
Her name is death and life, the same.

His vibrant feet, her steady hands
Will take in all our wasted lands
And with a gentle care and loving smile
He will repair them mile by mile.

What brought this saviour into view?
Was it love for me and you?
And does she care each mortal soul
To bring back from the brink, made whole?

I saw him once, I felt her gaze
upon my back, and turned, amazed
To see this giant that lives in all
That power, so gentle standing tall.

So look inside to see that light
That helps us with our lifelong fight
To save our world from careless greed
And find the life we truly need.



About Dawnings:
“Every morning at around 5am I get up and go down to my studio. After a short meditation I write down whatever is in my head, giving myself fifteen minutes to do so. Then moving over to the piano (or a more portable instrument like my Ukulele when I'm away), I improvise and record a piece of music inspired by whatever words I just wrote. It is a great way of keeping both my writing and my composing going and I call these small creations Dawnings. They are mostly unedited, like sketches, so that they keep that fresh feeling of an early morning discovery.”

— Nick Hooper