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[maribou]

You know, when I was a kid? Everyone I loved lived, like, right there. Or if they didn't, they were expected to, and did, come back often enough that I was very clear on the idea that where I was was home, and people just went away sometimes.

I'm reminding myself that I'm lucky to live in such a way that my favorite people - my family, blood and not - are scattered all over the continent, and even into other landmasses altogether; that it's a blessing to have so much love in my life, in so many places; that we're all incredibly privileged to be free to come and go as our truths lead us. I'm reminding myself very hard. Dammit.


When we search for heaven with our words
sometimes these religions seem absurd
there's nothin' higher, baby, than love
there's nothin' wiser, baby, than love

If we offer witness from our doubts
we can tear the blessed blindness out
there's nothin' clearer, baby, than love
there's nothin' stronger, baby, than love

We can live overjoyed
and we can give over joy
when the crisis comes we'll find peace
on the solid ground and say
we're overjoyed

We can breathe on our own
and we can feel in the bone
when the light is gone, we'll lie so still
in the silent ground and rest
overjoyed

And if the heavens burst apart
no angels will fall
the warnings of the master
won't be real at all
no duty to call
and we'll be standin' up so tall

We can live overjoyed
and we can give over joy
when the crisis comes we'll find peace
on the solid ground and say
we're overjoyed

And we can touch all we see
we can trust and believe
when the autumn comes, we'll make our feast
from the solid ground and say
we're overjoyed

I'm overjoyed, overjoyed, overjoyed ...