The frail drops fall to the ground
in mourning again
What does it show us though
only our weakness
Or does it show us our strength
to be able to wrap up
In grieving tears the ones who
are vulnerable
To shed them with them, to speak
what is unspeakable
Because in our true vulnerability
we are strong, truly
There is a force which can survive
there is healing there
In shedding our tears together
in embracing it all
Because life lived is no safe harbor
and we can't make it so
By mighty fists of rage it is only
in our embracing
All the ragged edges of pain
where we find the core
in mourning again
What does it show us though
only our weakness
Or does it show us our strength
to be able to wrap up
In grieving tears the ones who
are vulnerable
To shed them with them, to speak
what is unspeakable
Because in our true vulnerability
we are strong, truly
There is a force which can survive
there is healing there
In shedding our tears together
in embracing it all
Because life lived is no safe harbor
and we can't make it so
By mighty fists of rage it is only
in our embracing
All the ragged edges of pain
where we find the core
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