The water surges the songs to us; distant images of new things on the land. Old things coming out of the water below, faraway things changing into things of land. So again we follow, they sing. We who were late to see as you saw, we who were late to become as you became. Late, so at cost we cannot measure. And yet not too late for all of us. Not too far gone.
Songs of life meeting life, moving, changing. Songs of what came out of the sky and what went into it. Songs of loss, songs of victory.