Everything in it's Own Time

These words were given to me by the Indigo Girls, they are far too beautiful to call my own;
"Remember everything I told you
Keep it in your heart like a stone.
And when the winds have blown things 'round and back again
What was once your pain will be your home.

All around the table, the white haired men have gathered
Spilling their sons' blood like table wine.
Remember everything I told you
Everything in its own time.
The music whispers you in urgency
Hold fast to the language of connection...

Boys around the table are mapping out their strategies.
Kings all of mountains one day dust.
A lesson learned, a loving God, and things in their own time
In nothing more do I trust.

We own nothing, nothing is ours
Not even love so fierce it burns like baby stars.
But this Poverty is our greatest gift.
The Weightlessness of us as things around begin to shift....

Remember everything I told you
Keep it in your Heart like a stone
And when the winds have blown things round and back again
What was once your pain will be your home...."