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