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