Passer-By Memories

Take three, now we have tried speak
The words of desperation and needing
When we're in such desolate land
These words are all we hung on

But with "amens" comes assurance
And the knowing that we are alive
That love is in our traditional circles
Played over as You to us, and us to You

And as the fire still in us
We've gone home to warmed places
I sat down and broke the tree
And realized that I've sung songs

Lips ready to freeze, hands in slow motion
As I push the snow up on the walls
And tire my arms, but still strengthen
I left, but realize, today was well