The Battle of Everlove

The Battle of Everlove

By Gary Michael Hassig
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The Battle of Everlove (song lyrics)

The shadows come to my love’s home
They try to break inside her door
They taunt her like the serpent souls they are
They weave their dark deceptive ways
About her like a hanging veil
Hissing her to follow their dead star

But she sings, “Wondrous is Your love
The life, the hope, the streaming light
I pray and pull your covers over me
The sunlit rain is falling down
It washes me, the shadows groan
Your beauty is a mantle over me
Your presence is the raging peace in me”

The mountain fog spreads tendrils out
Like strange cold silent searching hands
I see the shapes it pours into my eyes
The faces of forgotten fears
In colors of the dying moon
The portraits of mad prophets in disguise

But I sing, “Wondrous is Your love
The life, the hope, the streaming light
I pray and pull your covers over me
The sunlit rain is falling down
It washes me, the shadows flee
Your lovelight is a banner over me
Your presence is the raging peace in me”

The swirling poison puppeteer
Drones grim synthetic lullabyes
His fungus fingers flash in my love’s face
To make her see a candy tongue
And eyes that teem with purple clowns
Their rantings cause her memory to erase

I reach to rescue, feel the sting
The wailing furies shriek a curse
Their voices burn like acid on my heart
My will erodes, my fear erupts
I see worlds end in my love’s eyes
I feel the riptide ripping us apart

A silver river streaming life
Becomes a righteous lightning sword
The gleaming serpent falls from my love’s arm
With tender love you cover us
In robes of pure vermillion dawn
The velvet stairs lead upward, soft and warm

Before your towering sapphire throne
We weep and tremble, fall and die
Your light revives us, breathes sweet grace on us
And we remember all your love
The life, the hope, the streaming light
We pray and pull your covers over us
The sunlit rain is falling down
It washes us, the shadows burn
Your lovelight is a banner over us

Your beauty is a mantle over us

Your presence is the raging peace in us

Gary Michael Hassig

I sit in silence for long periods of time, then make joyful noise on the drums! I guess that makes me an oxymoron. (Some would say just a moron. Oh well.) I’m a third-generation Colorado native and have lived in the state all my life. I graduated from the University of Colorado at Denver (BA, Writing, 1988). In addition to my contemplative perusings, I love to read—from the Bible and biblical/historical studies, to Shakespeare, to Mark Twain, to John Grisham. I love to explore rhythms on the drums—drum set or hand percussion, worship, rock, jazz, blues, folk, country, drum circle, rudiments, jam band, anything; for me, it’s the most in-the-moment thing there is. I love to hike Colorado's mountains—I feel so alive and at home among the trees, boulders, rivers, and wildflowers—another very in-the-moment thing. I love to soak in Colorado’s many hot springs—Pagosa is my favorite, but there are many good ones. I love to watch good movies—from Dead Poets Society to Lord of the Rings to The Princess Bride—and eat good food and drink good wine or dark beer with my wife, Diane.

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