Dew of Light (Papercuts)


*”You as dead, you there, you will live, all my dead bodies shall rise up! Wake up, and sing and dance, you laying there so discouraged, laying in dust. You see your tears, those you forget to cry, or don’t know how to cry, those tears are as the dew of light in my eyes. And this earth my earth, all the earth, the earth everywhere, shall bring to life your shadows”.

Into the dawn, the fourth has come, the resolutions of past night are fading. Glory to some, party hats still on, a new year is dawned, already breaking. Some look to stars, fairy tale dark, a change of the season worth taking. One who would come, a new year is spun, an end of a night past years shaking. A grand rite for some, forward to the dawn, whatever the time, from party to rhyme, whatever the year, it’s all about cheer, it’s all about cheer.

Oh, but there those beggar’s stares, those low in the shadow, dank bleeding, those who have none, no new year has come, what trust in a sum, their hearts receding. Deep city streets, deeper than deep, no political smile is seeking. What trust do they take, for dead or forsake, one day after day whatever they find, a year at a time, one year at a time.

What would it be to utter free, a sound of the keep of freedom, a dew that is light, a new year to find, a trust for the ones who our bleeding. What wonder to be a new day to seek for each day a light worth reaping. Of strange joy, unblemished toys, a song in the soul of receiving. Those wounds that were deep, healing believed, a paper cut, done, now the new year has come, and oh look the dawn, the dew of light comes, a mother a father to some.

Into the dawn, the fourth has come, the resolutions of past night are fading. The beggar looks deep, the girl in the street, the past in retreat, some are singing. The paper cut heals, the trust that is real, the dew of the light is bathing. A new year in faces, a stronger belief, that each has a purpose, for what they receive, to live to potential, to move skyward on, a dew of the light, resurrection, a dew of the light, resurrection, a dew of the light, resurrection!

*”You as dead, you there, you will live, all my dead bodies shall rise up! Wake up, and sing and dance, you laying there so discouraged, laying in dust. You see your tears, those you forget to cry, or don’t know how to cry, those tears are as the dew of light in my eyes. And this earth my earth, all the earth, the earth everywhere, shall bring to life your shadows”.

– 01.04.2016 דָּנִיֵּאל
*Isaiah 26:19

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