blessed

Blessed thrice oh joy, pleasure born in pain,
We see within, know to the core,
No secret garden to lock away soft sins,
Within this realm all stories told for free.

We see clear, with all our faults,
Open sores and wounds,
And feel peace beneath our pain,
To know you know as we do.

Naked to our sight we see your colour,
Pulsing, dancing, working with the beat,
The players play and we do swell the motion,
Growing giants for tomorrow’s game.