dearest hurt one

tell me what to say to save the day
insightful words run their course
but nothing washes this away
and my voice becomes dry and hoarse

listen, my friend, when he speaks
cry, my friend, as you bleed
hope, my dear, in the coming weeks
life, my dear is like a seed

holy

is new this wooden chair
the empty table?
i sit, i stare.
i read, i feel
i cry and smile
this feeling is beautiful.
this place is holy
this wooden chair,
this empty table
my body, my stare
my book, my heart
my tears, this new start
this feeling is beautiful
this place is holy

the break, the end
the leaves that wither
the wind above me
i'm choked and held here
the depth that's hurting
the morning's coming
this aching is beautiful
this place is holy
this breaking, this ending
this leaf that is dying
this wind through me
this choking that stills me
this depth of hurt
this morning's start
this aching is beautiful
this place is holy

i enter softly onto sacred ground
take my heart out and lay it down
i dig my soul deep into the sound
and embrace the holy that i've found.