 When did the violence start
Who knows who knows But I know I’ve been a part The line between good and evil runs through every heart Recognize where harm it lies and listen for the path Steady as the mountain willing as the water forged inside the fire sing the circle open wider Ancestor’s swinging swords carved a river of wounds and all the love they ever shared lives now as me and you How many generations cut from the ground Trauma tangled tight amidst the strength and handed down So now we meet the tending of the grieving mending shrine slow ourselves and feel until what’s bloody turns to wine Digging vessels deeper til the golden thread is found weave this world a tapestry with belonging as our sound Steady as the mountain willing as the water forged inside the fire sing the circle open wider ~~Luke Anderson Comments are closed.
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