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