Bad Blood

You fixed your eyes on us,

Your flesh and blood,

A sculpture of water

And unsettled dust.

When there was bad blood in us,

We learned our lesson:

Genesis to the last generation.

So we wrestle with it all-

The concept of grace

And the faithful concrete

As it breaks our fall.

Our questions are all the same.

Identical words; how they feel brand new against different time frames.

Identical words against different time frames.

We know it all by heart-

The whole is greater

Than the sum of it's parts.

We've heard it all before-

In beauty there echoes a speck of our source.

In beauty there echoes a speck of our source.

Like firewood,

Burning bright

In the dead of winter,

By only a flicker

We cling to this life.

So we huddle over maps;

Is it faith or prediction,

Will or tradition

Until we collapse?

We argue our bearings

Until we collapse.

We study our story arcs-

Inherently good,

Or were we broken right from the start?

Our hesitant fingerprints

Trace every mountain,

Lace every valley

Until we're convinced...

That we know it all by heart-

Every blade of grass

Bears our mark.

In the name of being brave,

Though it's just another word for being afraid.

We know it all by heart-

The whole is so much greater

Than the sum of these parts.

We've heard the truth before,

For in beauty there echoes a speck of our source.

In beauty there echoes a speck of our source.

In beauty there echoes a speck of our source.