I’ve waited… listening to the sky split itself into thunder like the emblem of a mighty nation…
A gentle melting – a thousand journeys’ of hurt- strike something like resurrection -lightning

The wait is not white picketed -waiting rooms or houses of Molden moth.
yet it is wanton through watery blues- prayers… and the song is the soul’s gate

Hand-me-down love in the need holding
Hand-me-down hope in trying
Hand-me-down a father for the sake of running home
Hand-me-down visions in the middle passage
Hand-me- down heavens of heavens -forward… breaking burdens like these~Krissy

Here is the audio version slightly different – many blessings