No sadness, I rejoice before all seasons as they turn
if a beautiful day
silence speaks
crosses fall to rot
sings the wind
nothing but evil
is sin
only water holds
a dream of free
i dare
to believe in my youth
before these
ice mountain trees
i fell to my knees
i looked
night of forever stars
reflections off
such a young woman's
sighs
forever
always forever
if a beautiful day
is the day we die
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
Love ya!
Jane
Ron
What a nice change of pace
to die on a beautiful day.