there's a body in the stars there's a face behind time there's a space in the ribcage where the dark is as wine where the altars and bonetrees bow to breath and breeze the quaking of blood and Body as they tangle into time these forms of the Spirit these shadows and lines they are gesture performing this Aurora of morning and we are yes, we are coming home (I walked in the nearby fields I watched the light take shelter in Your body) and Christ, He is carried on the crutches of the Wounded Wood as He hangs from every tree and Christ, He is carried on the crutches of the Wounded Wood as He hangs from every tree *** now we are shadow now we are form now we are image now we are born (weave my skin on the Spiritloom tonight Fill my flesh with this heart of light come down, draw me up)