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words from distant someones
filter in upon the night
trickle up into our senses
some hold anger
some hold light
some they want to jump right in
make all the jumbling go away
fix the broken little voices
call the children out to play.

we wrap them all in holiness
we listen and we pray
invite spirit now to lead us
since we seem to lose the way
we can feel the flutter fearful ones
betrayer and betrayed
so much easier to run and hide
we know though
we must stay
the me/not me it haunts us
as we seek to feel it all
the one
whose words
have not been heard
those who've seen
and been
the Fall

as shadows bend beneath the moon
our word wars dissipate
we feel the breath returning
the hour is growing late
we remind those distant little ones
to listen and to speak
to offer truth, perhaps regret;
and then, at last, to sleep.