We Owe Thankfulness To God, Not Sour

We Bury Our Seeds And Wait, Winter Blocks The Road, Flowers Are Taken Prisoner Underground, But Then Green Justice Tenders A Spear

I Am An Ark In The Swift Flood Of Time, And My Companions, A Fellowship. Who Throws In With Us Sails Into Light.

Take Sips Of This Pure Wine Being Poured. Don't Mind That You've Been Given A Dirty Cup.

There Is Some Kiss We Want With Your Whole Lives, The Touch Of Spirit On The Body. Seawater Begs The Pearl To Break Its Shell. And The Lily, How Passionately It Needs Some Wild Darling.

Some Huge Work Goes On Growing. How Could One Person´s Words Matter? Where You Walk Heads Pop From The Ground. What Is One Seed Head Compared To You? On My Death Day I´ll Know The Answer. I Have Cleared This House, So That Your Work Can, When It Comes, Fill Every Room. I Slide Like An Empty Boat Pulled Over The Water.