The sky gauze filtered a sun that wanted to be seen,

but just a little, not to burn us with harshness

or blind us in brilliance.

The way God speaks so quietly we think no answers come from our pleading.

The gauze is a gentle cover, letting air in, making the light scattered and white,

keeping the air cool. This is the answer.

Keep it light.

He sang this song to the very young, which at that time was me:

Will you carry the words of love with you?

And another asked me to notice

plants and birds and rocks and things.

I am in this lament and longing for those years before I was born,

when there was a movement going on for the earth

and for love.


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