our world falls down, our world falls aprt
what joy is found in the wasting city of the dead?
we have become outcasts in our own country
neophyte wanderers in the world of the narrative
seeking deep roots in living earth
in living, loved or wasted time..
a wise woman, a sage I know, told me
seek living earth in old cultures being born
put faith and hope in the regenerative fires of Nature
the earth is old and seen much change
'twas born and died and rose again
again and ever again
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