You Are the Branches

Thrive, I never saw how
The seeds were always there
Under rocks in garden windows
The sleep was waiting there
Climb into the bedroom
And wear the dirty clothes
And then speak the air
The hush of the night
The holy ghost
When I’m silent let me know
You could come right on the breath
I know
You could come right to the edge that’s falling down
Sing into the kitchen
Where I was making tea
And we weave some thoughts together
We weave the quiet plead
When I’m silent let me know
You could come right in the breath
I know
You could come right at the time
I know
You could come right to the edge the falls from December storm
Comes the sacred war
And the bones in white
Into yellow light