God bless this tiny little boat
And me who travels in it.
It stays afloat for years and years
And sinks within a minute.
And me who travels in it.
It stays afloat for years and years
And sinks within a minute.
And so the soul in which we sail,
Unknown by years of thinking,
Is deeply felt and understood
The minute that it's sinking.
Unknown by years of thinking,
Is deeply felt and understood
The minute that it's sinking.
When the heart
Is cut or cracked or broken
Do not clutch it
Let the wound lie open.
Is cut or cracked or broken
Do not clutch it
Let the wound lie open.
Let the wind
From the good old sea blow in
To bathe the wound with salt
And let it sting.
From the good old sea blow in
To bathe the wound with salt
And let it sting.
Let a stray dog lick it
Let a bird lean in the hole and sing
A simple song like a tiny bell
And let it ring.
Let a bird lean in the hole and sing
A simple song like a tiny bell
And let it ring.
Let it go, let it out.
Let it all unravel.
Let it free and it can be
A path on which to travel.
Let it all unravel.
Let it free and it can be
A path on which to travel.
~Michael Leunig, The Prayer Tree
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