Bring it Outside

-------Bring it Outside-------

Old songs 

taken by fire

are rising now from its ashes.

Come, Dear Heart, 

come to the front steps 

with your sadness and your pain.

Let this lonely world look up and

see in you, the Friend.

Grief alone is violent and loud.

Bring it outside 

and the wind 

will make music through its leaves.

Along some 

   ancient 

      thread

Mother Earth is spinning,

around and around,

turning us golden in the light.

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