easy
my man and me
we could rest and remain here, easily
we are tested and pained by
what's beyond our bed

we're blessed and sustained by
what is not said

no one knows what is coming
or who will harvest what we have sown
or how I've been dulling and dumbing
in the service of the heart alone

or how I am worn to the bone by the river
and in the river, made of light
I'm your little life-giver
I will give my life