Given, taken, cried anew,

Spirited, as if all flew:

Everything must move through you.

Will you still know what to do,

How to use it, bud and root.

Wield it, grow it, seed and shoot,

Let it move as part of you?

Take this anger back to you,

Changing Mother? Work it through

With nine trillion patient hands

Till I serve to serve Your land?

Will you turn these back to you:

Cruel injustice, bitter pain–

Till they’re rendered clean again?

Take this clear rage into you!

Death-warmed, rot-loved, tried or true,

Given, taken, cried anew,

Spirited, as if all flew:

Everything must move through you.