A dark sun pulls heavily within These long minutes of isolation A vortex opens A chasm in the lungs And it makes the abrasive air thin.
I am breathing shallowly like one Feral thing caught in a trap Nowhere to run And thus forced to rest right next To the parts of myself that I hate The parts that can’t escape their own Internal blankness Though they faintly remember how to sing or
The remote and shadowed trail to Jerusalem
Call me home There is music in the bones of the forest And the wild reeds are dancing on
The banks of Babylon
We should not fall and Lay our desecrated souls across an altar of darkness;
No, if you listen very carefully at the precipice of dawn,
There, where the mountains lift the thickened fog into a brightening sky
There is still the quiet drum of hope And the flutter of so many unbeaten hearts Like butterflies reborn
Dancing
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Inspired by this uplifting song out of South Africa. To me, it brings a sense of finding hope, finding a home for our worn souls <3 The words are in Zulu and mean “Jerusalem is my home, rescue me, walk with me, do not leave me here, come with me, walk with me” and these little dancers are a dance crew from Kampala, Uganda <3<3 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=euOJw3v7R6w