you fixed your eyes on us,
your flesh and blood,
a sculpture of water
and unsettled dust.
when there was bad blood in us,
we learned our lesson:
genesis to the last generation.
so we wrestle with it all-
the concept of grace
and the faithful concrete
as it breaks our fall.
our questions are all the same.
identical words; how they feel brand new against different time frames.
identical words against different time frames.
we know it all by heart-
the whole is greater
than the sum of its parts.
we’ve heard it all before-
in beauty there echoes a speck of our source.
in beauty there echoes a speck of our source.
like firewood,
burning bright
in the dead of winter,
by only a flicker
we cling to this life.
so we huddle over maps;
is it faith or prediction,
will or tradition
until we collapse?
we argue our bearings
until we collapse.
we study our story arcs-
inherently good,
or were we broken right from the start?
our hesitant fingerprints
trace every mountain,
lace every valley
until we’re convinced…
that we know it all by heart-
every blade of grass
bears our mark.
in the name of being brave,
though it’s just another word for being afraid.
we know it all by heart-
the whole is so much greater
than the sum of these parts.
we’ve heard the truth before,
for in beauty there echoes a speck of our source.
in beauty there echoes a speck of our source.
in beauty there echoes a speck of our source.
– Sleeping at Last, Bad Blood
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