Evensong

The day is over And still so heavy on the mind: In flew glowing, smiling mother, butterfly in yellow To join the frowning cactus crowd Finding flowers, even there, to flutter around I thought, isn't mother grand The way she flies and flies Into the sting of the cold And the prick of the barbed wire Isn't mother grand To gladly fly and swiftly fly Into the sting of the cold And the prick of the barbed wire The day is over And still goes passing through the mind In came glowing, smiling mother, sure and kind To rouse us To give ourselves out and to cry Birth to warm intentions, worthless otherwise Oh, the lives that brush against us, pass us by and by, The friends who may or may not come if we would first invite Oh, to open doors To always gladly fly and fly Into the sting of the cold And prick of the barbed wire Into the sting of the cold And prick of the barbed wire