I just spoke silence with the seeker next to me. She had a heart with hesitant, halting speech. That turned to mine and asked belligerently. "What do I live for?".
If to distant lands I scatter. If I sail to farthest seas. Would you find and firm and gather 'til I only dwell in Thee?. If I flee from greenest pastures.
Cheers to the furrows on our brow. To each hard won victory. Cheers to the losses that grew us up. Killed our pride and filled our cup. . Cheers to the friendships well worn in.