Every Burden Sorrow Commands


Before another autumn invades the sky,
before cold clouds release their holds of snow,
falls bright flames drop off dark boughs to die.

Beyond those flames,from winter's sleep will grow;
new buds, new lives; new greens sprout from each tree
waking from sleep whose blossoms struggle to show

them reaching for warmth, for light the sun sets free.
The cycle begins again, then builds each day
a little more; all open eyes will see.

And we who watch desire to be this way,
to die and rise again beneath the blue
of another sky above, another day

where we breathe and smile come whatever may,
though deep in our hearts we know we cannot stay.

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