When We are at the Threshing Floor

When my father can’t say another word

and his soul aches all the way through his skin

he sits down to pianos and pushes out

every sorrow again and again.

But whenever joy strikes him like a bell the depths

he runs to the same old keys

and presses out glory and all that comes with is

thank you and please and please.

When my sister’s whole worlds meet at dawn for a fight

and battle takes all that she is

she sits down and thinks out the colors and sights

and then finds a place for them on skin

But whenever joy strikes her like a bell in the depths

she rushes to find a new piece

and she presses out glory and all that comes with is

a promise, a memory, and peace.

When my mother meets twilight and aches with the toll

She makes a getaway to somewhere to learn

She walks through some beauty be it trail or gallery

and prays that the world stops its burn.

But whenever joy strikes her like a bell in the depths,

she takes a friend to her space to be with

and she presses out glory and all that comes with is

laughter, and light without end.

 

When my brother struggles for victory

and his body is so tired it fails,

he pulls his wife up and they run to thistle

and they sail her into the gales.

But whenever joy strikes him like a bell in the depths,

they wake up and fly to their boat.

He presses out glory and all that comes with is

the light, and the joy, and the ropes.

When my soul meets the edge of the world

and I have no translation for what I feel

I run to these keys to press out the poison

and hope in some way that it heals.

But when joy strikes me like a bell in the depths,

I come here to settle the call

I press out the glory and all that come with is

everything, and nothing at all.

 

I suppose over time you learn these things

about the people you live with and love.

How it is they meet worry is the same as their glory

their return to whatever holds them up.

 

 

 

 

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