Shhhhh…see? The world’s an okay place;
the world’s got quiet grace and open sky.
The world’s my (okay, not oyster, but per
-haps) my seashell, echoed ocean. The
world is full of good, and good people, and
good books to take you away when it’s all
gone bad. The world’s sad, but it will smile
again, the sun will shine again, our hands
will bind again and the world will know it
-self again, once the dust settles and we
all look up and see that we can hold our
world in silent, steady hands. And stand.
Victoria has us playing with repetition over at dVerse today. Come check it out.