Cominito del Angel

Lyrics

Cominito del Angel

Dusty rose-painted sky
Tumbleweeds of the mind, rolling by.

Rocky, dusty, cactus-lined paths,

Rattlesnakes hiding in every crevice and crack.

Horse of onyx returning to the endless well—

Round and round, back to Hell.

See the light on the horizon;

The thirst for truth is slowly rising.

Riding tirelessly, heart aflame,

Toward the angel without a name.

Upon a mountain, a glimpse, a flash—

Rhone horse racing, ignoring the lash.

Doubting Thomas, my patron saint.

“Didymus,” the wind cried, “Doth Heaven wait?”

Arise to stand on unsteady feet;

The narrow path—the one to seek.

Beneath a mesquite, a place of rest,

Solitude to heal a soul’s distress.

In soothing slumber, a horse of white—

Chiseled, armored, a steed of might.

Upon his head, a crown of thorns. Aloud, it is said, “Child, do not mourn.

For soon I will call you all as well,

And here we will meet at 1 Cominito del Angel.”