Clearing by Martha Postlewaite
and wait there
patiently,
until the song
that is your life
falls into your own cupped hands
Making Fire From bone by stephanie mines
Let the ash turn to gold now, Mother,
For the children of the future.
and wait there
patiently,
until the song
that is your life
falls into your own cupped hands
Let the ash turn to gold now, Mother,
For the children of the future.