She Calls to the World
She calls to the world with green leaves open, her voice in the creeks and rivers running fast. She calls to the cities of the
She calls to the world with green leaves open, her voice in the creeks and rivers running fast. She calls to the cities of the
From the depths of root and stone surrendered to air and sunlight, all that color waiting in the dark through long months of cold and
These times we live in have their price, their pain and glory. Suffer what you must. Resist the little lies. Catastrophes of arrogance come and
I reach into the dark for these few words, humble before the memory of what we were given. Now as the leaves of summer stir
Let the morning come in unveiled glory, let darkness speak and tell of mystery. Let the day be what it will as legions of despair