[female] There is a spring beneath my sternum, a silver warmth beneath my skin. I used to cup it in a sentence— the ocean kept spilling in. Only a little reaches language, only a glimmer leaves my tongue; the rest moves softly through my living, a thousand rivers finding one. [female] I hold the whole against my heartbeat, the tender, tangled, flowering earth. My tears have watered hidden gardens; my laughter knows what joy is worth. You find me barefoot in the kitchen, your hands come resting on my waist. I turn, and all my distant heavens have somewhere human they can stay. [male] I love the truth you offer freely, the depths you never have to name. I kiss the shoulder carrying daylight; I learn the woman in the flame. I make our supper, draw your bathwater, keep every promise that I give. We build a home with room for wonder, and let our deepest knowing live. [female] Water-fed, fire-lit, feel the river in my hips. Palm to palm and mouth to smile, love goes deep and love goes wild. Pour me gently, let me rise; there is more behind these eyes. Drink the sweetness, fill your cup— there is no ending to the well of us. [both] Oh, the well of us, deep, deep, opening up. Oh, the well of us, love keeps rising, rising up. [female] I wore my sorrow like a sculpture, each fracture fixed beneath its name. Then warmth moved through the frozen places, and every edge began to change. Some days the grief still asks for holding; I give it somewhere soft to land. You sit beside me through the weather, my fingers settling in your hand. [female] A quiet knowing reaches inward, familiar as a childhood tune. My body loosens its old armor; my ribs make room enough for bloom. There is a pleasure in returning, in feeling sunlight on my knees, in being loved through all my seasons, in letting sweetness enter me. [male] Your softness moves me into kindness. Your courage gives my courage ground. I meet your gaze and feel my heartbeat lay all its hurried burdens down. I choose you here in daily gestures, in mountain mornings, evening gold. Our love has hands, our love has shelter, a living warmth that we can hold. [female] Water-fed, fire-lit, feel the river in my hips. Palm to palm and mouth to smile, love goes deep and love goes wild. Pour me gently, let me rise; there is more behind these eyes. Drink the sweetness, fill your cup— there is no ending to the well of us. [both] We call it Christ Grid— compassion woven into form, a place at every table, a neighbor sheltered from the storm. Each honest act a shining crossing, each kindness strengthening the thread; the sacred travels through our choices, through hungry people being fed. [female] As harvest nears, I feel the ripening, the weight of sweetness on the vine. What can I gather into service? What can these open hands provide? I carry only part in language; my life can let the rest come through. A touch, a song, a welcome offered— the whole grows visible in what we do. [male] We shape new frameworks with our living, make room for every voice to sound. Higher frequency becomes a practice: the care we offer, here, on ground. I hold you while the world keeps turning. We change within; our actions spread. A field of love takes root around us wherever tenderness is fed. [both] Round and round, the gold is growing, root to blossom, skin to sky. Through our bodies, mercy moving, through our loving, waters rise. Every person holds a mystery, every heart deserves its place. We bring our portion to the gathering, and meet the whole in every face. [female] Water-fed, fire-lit, feel the river in my hips. Palm to palm and mouth to smile, love goes deep and love goes wild. Pour me gently, let me rise; there is more behind these eyes. Drink the sweetness, fill your cup— there is no ending to the well of us. [both] Oh, the well of us, deep, deep, opening up. Oh, the well of us, love keeps rising, rising up. [female] Your kiss is warm. The room is golden. My feet are here. My heart is full. [male] I hold you close. We taste the morning. [both] The well is deep. We rise renewed.
