No time to be wayward, no time to be unwound With darkness at your doorstep keep your feet on the ground There will be times of injustice, times when there is more lost than found Down times mixed with days of wonder, a real life spinning merrygoround
All the signs say pick up the pieces All the signs say make a stand as one What survives the long cold winter Will be stronger and can’t be undone.
“A sort of musical inspiration as we search for handholds to help us climb out of the wounded, divided, reactive and reductive miasma we fell into after the election and reassemble as a healing, united, proactive and integrative new community of action. Glimmers are already out there. We need to share and coalesce.” ~ John Franz ~