No Footprints

Mist hangs above hills
Above mist hangs stone face of mountain
Above mountain face hangs a net of sky
Crack!
There are wings, and they rip the net

And the dance flows on
Everything flows toward the rim of that shining cup

Crossed sticks lie on earth
Between crossed sticks, pile of ash
Something rises on the wisp of smoke
Dog's feet move on fast

Through these channels/words
I want to touch you
Touch you deep down where you live
Not for power, but because I love you so
Love the Lord
And in Him, love me too
And in Him, go your way
And I'll be right there with you
Leaving no footprints when we go
Only where we've been, a faint and fading glow