Deep down the earth,
Full of faith.
So proud, so scared
rest and wait.
While we wake
Grows the name
That Rome will carry way
Callistus digs,
Prepares his caves.
Martyrs and Popes
Final homes.
Callistus digs,
Removes the clay.
Then he rests and prays
We’ve a special guest tonight
Whose body here will lay.
Oh no, it isn’t right!
We’ve a special guest tonight,
For all she is a guide
Light in the night.
Our children
Quietly
Sleep
West wing
Small silent things
Sometimes
I hear
Their steps,
I check
but all is quiet n’ dead
And now she lies
On linen cloths
’cause she didn’t
Break her oaths.
We mourn don’t weep
We know she sleeps
Is a matter of faith.
Callistus digs,
Raise his hat,
Cecily welcomes
With respect.
Callistus digs
Removes the day
Then he rests and prays
Callistus is dead – and well he knows
Still there is too much to do
Dead or alive, he keeps on, goes.
Matter of faith, you know!
Wake and pray
Do not go!
Inside the ground, down under Rome
Xantian marbles, rotten stones.
Thousands sleep, quiet ‘n’ nameless
Heaven is two steps above,
You will soon
Cry for love.
Cecily smiles
And closes her eyes.
Callistus digs again,
More room to claim.
For our wake is long
Dawn is far away.