“I will succor you”
Like hummingbirds drinking
Red water from
The feeder on the porch

Like hummingbirds drinking
The ground soaked in his blood, I wait by
The feeder on the porch
Praying with hands grasp together

The ground soaked in his blood, I wait by
The garden of purple flowers, he is
Praying with hands grasp together
The agony falling against stone

The garden of purple flowers, he is
Picking them one by one
The agony falling against stone
Falling from your hands like flower petals

Picking them one by one
He looks and knows me
Falling from his hands like flower petals
My own soft blood, my empty heart

He looks and knows me
Pure and free
My own soft blood, my empty heart
Leaping with his laughter

Pure and free
The bread rising
Leaping with his laughter
The water made wine

The bread rising
Red water from
The water made wine
“I will succor you”