Lyrics: Wound Turned To Light, by Andrea Thompson
[The title is inspired by Georges Braque: “Art is a wound turned into light”.]
The light of witnessing existence
makes everything beautiful again –
brings rebirth to those disowned parts of self
those shattered fragments the world has deemed
unworthy – those darkened days and tired nights
of soul-deep weariness become refreshed
through the act of simply
recording what is
what it is to be ourselves, unabashed and
naked, living on this crushed ball of stardust
what it is to be us – hurtling through the universe
bouncing up against each other like ideological pinballs
at a time when the polarity of this planet has sent us all
off on our own diametrical trajectory away from the core
when the weight of interpersonal animosity has become
staggeringly crippling, when the term “respectfully disagree”
is about to become extinct. In this moment I bow down
and thank God for bestowing us with the gift of creativity
for endowing all of us humans a life-giving method of release
to the pressures of simply existing, a way to translate pain
into beauty, a way to open up the valve on it all
and begin to let off steam –
what a gift it is to be given this
moment, to be invited to express
all the colours of this jagged emotional palette
without judgment, to simply say yes
to the raw red of rage, yes
to the yellow of hope, yes
to the bruised-hearted blues, yes
to the unfathomable purple, yes
yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
yes and amen to it all.
