Mother of all
Huddle over us
We are a bundle
Confused and disgruntled
Tell us of our moment
How it limps and sighs
Bring us back our eyes
Sing us from what’s holy
We hear it whisper
Bring us back our story
Untangle fingers from our hair
We’re tied and tired
Bring us back our prayer
We can’t know what comes after
If you can’t tell us
Then bring us back, then bring us back,
then bring us back our laughter

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