The Plumb Line

It's a world of light and a world of mist
The place we fell and the way we kissed
It's what I saw and all I missed.

Voices howl and voices sing
In a landscape filled with broken things
In the troubled water and rising wings

I didn't know that
I could be this blind
I didn't plan to live in these trouble times
But here I am, here I am,
Holding on to the plumb line

Sometimes you hunt the bear
Sometimes the bear hunts you
Sometimes you're the foot
Other times the shoe
Some days the only way out is through

There's a tree in the center of each acorn
There's a quiet place in every raging storm
Something ending and being born

I didn't know that
I could be this blind
I didn't plan to live in these trouble times
But here I am, here I am,
Holding on to the plumb line

I don't know why some fall so hard
Why some questions go unspoken
Why some hearts shatter into shards
And others break open, open

I can drive and you can read the map
On the long quiet road called there and back
In every mended thing there was once a crack

It's a world of rain and a world of stone
I'll rest in all that I still don't know
What I embrace and I'll let go

I didn't know that

I could be this blind
I didn't plan to live in these trouble times
But here I am, here I am,
Holding on to the plumb line