Into the heart of the woods
The light of the sap the face of all things good
In a blue church in Nida
I held Your hand
Your fingers entwined with mine
Listen! they are bringing fire
From the next world and songs to sing away
The grey mask of Time
Circling I saw the birds weave
Together the broken body of G-d
Re-membering the Divine
Re-membering the Divine
And there crosshatched in
Amongst the pooling shadows
I could read the names in the grain of the wood
By the light of Your body
And the flame of Your Tongue
A soft skin of silence
Covered over all sad things
And I held You close
Looking into the Face of
ALL THINGS GOOD
A gift given
From the heart of the wood
A gift given
From the heart of the wood
And the birds have left the fields but not Her heart
And the birds have left the fields
But not her heart