And there is ...

And there is the sound from some depth
And there is the motion of the soul
And there is the vision within constriction
And there is the way winding home

And there is the silence within the sound
And there is the still centre of the perfect-worded-moment
And there is a death not yet defeated and a life not yet lived
And there is the motion of the vision expanding

And there is the constriction of the soul
And there is the mercy seat and the pavement of judgement
And there is choice like a concealed weapon
And there is the wielding of love