Thrive, I never saw how The seeds were always there Under rocks in garden windows The sleep was waiting there Climb into the bedroom And wear the dirty clothes And then speak the air The hush of the night The holy ghost When I'm silent let me know You could come right on the breath I know You could come right to the edge that's falling down Sing into the kitchen Where I was making tea And we weave some thoughts together We weave the quiet plead When I'm silent let me know You could come right in the breath I know You could come right at the time I know You could come right to the edge the falls from December storm Comes the sacred war And the bones in white Into yellow light