in the smoky light
and in the rain
working through the night
and through the haze
you lay it down each day
with heavy eyes
just to wake again
just as tired
so may every morning find the mercy new
and light enough to shine upon the fallow fields
I can see your heart
beneath the dirt
you put your weary hands
into the work
a needle and a thread
to mend the seams
a heartbeat and a breath
to plant the seed
so may every morning find the mercy new
and light enough to shine upon the fallow fields
so may every blossom break into the day
up from underneath the gravel and the clay
lift your eyes and see
above the leaves
above the war torn dreams
I am here
so put your hand in mine
you’re not alone
I’ll be by your side
through it all
so may every morning find the mercy new
and light enough to shine upon the fallow fields
so may every blossom break into the day
up from underneath the gravel and the clay
so we work the ground
and decades pass
until the first gives way
unto the last
for gardens in the spring
miles of green
to see the seasons healed
the years redeemed
and we will walk these hills
like before
and what was sown in tears
we’ll reap with joy
