Alms کے بول

Take my chest and blow it open make a bomb out of this heart let what's unseen push my ribs apart it's a start You crack the shell to find the bird You part the mouth to make the word You shake the sky to feed the sea now shake me You pierce the skin to clear the wound You cut the reed to sound the tune You split the seed to bring the tree now break me Take my hand and pull it open pry these fingers from my palm let every fist I make be broken into a place for alms Stretch this thread into Your loom pick this rose to scent Your room boil these leaves to make Your tea boil me Mold the bones that form this face break the dam that holds Your grace burn a wick so light can be burn me Take me where the sheep are catching wolves where the parts are weaving wholes where the drop contains the sea where You are me