Urge to Freedom
Above the rain wet valley grey and black clouds swirl, the sun burning through to light another day. The land’s desire rising along root, up
Above the rain wet valley grey and black clouds swirl, the sun burning through to light another day. The land’s desire rising along root, up
Reaching down into the old earth to loosen the moorings of the time driven world, we follow the roots of what may yet be into
Bread and wine, a crown of thorns, lies of judgement and lonely walk. To carry a cross and know betrayal the mortal road, yet the
Wet with spring rain silence rises into the isolation. Outer noise quiets the sound of songbirds. The few friendly faces smile as we pass, the