Onward, to the Garden

So Long Forgotten

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I saw the rush of a bumblebee's wings
stir up the ashes of a fallen city.
The exodus clear from the marks on the floor,
a lily poked out his head to show his world restored.
Through the wilderness
I passed to see the cattle graze on every grass.
I looked to the river and saw it complete,
the grizzly bear cub lie down with the calf.
Yours was everything I could and could not see…
Yours was everything I could and could not see…
Yours was everything I could and could not see…
Yours was everything I could and could not see…
Yours was everything, yours was everything, was everything…
Yours was everything, yours was everything, everything...
Yours was everything…
the field white for harvest, the wind, the past, the present,
the first time I made love to my wife,
the first breathe of my brother's newborn child.
Theirs is the house without the door.
And I am the carpenter that refuses to pass idly by.
Theirs is the house with a hole in the roof.
And I am the builder that makes it a window for the sun to shine through.
Yours was everything I could and could not see…
Yours was everything I could and could not see…
Yours was everything I could and could not see…
Yours was everything, everything…