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Everyone
Daughters
And sons
From your windows
Listen to the hum of All Things
And be still
Everyone
Daughters
And sons
From your rooms
Feel the longing reach of All Things
And be still
The world is a reed flute
And God does breathe through it
Sing from your rooms
Everyone
Daughters
And sons
From your houses
Sing your holy notes with All things
And be still
The world is a reed flute
And God does breathe through it
Sing from your rooms
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Staring out of windows
feeling the wind blow
All careless in the freedom of its way
And i been wearing these same clothes for days
Stuck here in a room
Humming with the drone
Out for potatoes
In this strange hiatus
In all of the racing that we do
Holding back a cough in a queue
Everybody breathe
I’m scared as all of ye
And we’re all gazing out of windows
for the world we used to know
Instead we see a paradise
All strange and untouchable below
And the world is revealed
With birdsong-echo in the streets
And oh so many melancholy sundowns
In this sabbath of griefs
The wheels are a turning
And sirens a blurring
And hospitals a rattling with the strain
And dying come in number, never names
Again and again
Let the tears never end
And all of the nurses
And doctors are working
With their gaze down the barrel of a gun
Supermarket shelves are empty when they’re done
Everything is gone
Sold out, so long
And we're all applauding out of windows
for salt of the earth
And we’re all a waiting for this fever to be breaking
and to burst
And the world is revealed
With birdsong-echo in the streets
And oh so many melancholy sundowns
In this sabbath of griefs
Alone in our lounges
Or locked in with families
Wide-eyed and losing our minds
Becoming unwilling friends of time
Of body and of place
A scowl on every face
And the aged stories
Being lost, with their glory,
And graves that none shall stand by
Leaning how to say goodbye
With a hanky in yr eye
In the a screen’s blue light
And we’re all a groaning out of windows
for the dear ones lost
And we’re all torn between the laughter
And incalculable cost
And the world is revealed
With birdsong-echo in the streets
And oh so many melancholy sundowns
In this sabbath of griefs
While we’re all waiting
And isolating
The animals all wander the streets
Where all our scurrying feet
Used to come and go
In our unknowing griefs
Scratching and restless
Behind all that vexes
is a beast that waits behind the door
His name is Business As Usual
And he wants it all
Back the way it was before
And we’re all praying out of windows
for the soul of the earth
Oh for a New Thing
Oh for the Day of Rebirth
And the world is revealed
With birdsong-echo in the streets
And oh so many melancholy sundowns
In this sabbath of griefs
The powers’er receding
And some are believing
Its time we forgave all our debts
Its time for the clocks to reset
And call a jubilee
For you and for me
And all are awaiting
For the world to awaken
From this strange and apocalyptic dream
but not not back to how it used to be
Remember what was seen
In this sabbath of griefs
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Forty Days and Nights
08:08
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40 days and nights
Amidst the singing beasts of the wild
And angels did attend ye who were tested
Zoe and Sofia there, where your tired bones rested
40 days and nights
Sheltering from outside
And the weather on us never it relented
Came down hard until all was up-ended
40 days and nights
Amidst the strange steadiness of time
And in rolling fevers shall ye befriend it
Finally to turn your hurting gaze and attend it
40 days and nights
Journey to the mountainside
And the truth shall not be found in sound and fury
But only in the silence between the quietness of your breathing
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Song of Zoe
01:12
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David Benjamin Blower Birmingham, UK
David Benjamin Blower: 6-string writer, poet, theologian and podcaster from Birmingham in the UK.
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