Cloud Of Unknowing

So he dropped the webs of the spider of heaven down through the clouds,

All the way into the pool of blood at the bottom of hell

Far above in heaven a bird flys through the terrible cloud of unknowing

Trust can make a man into a wood, trust can make a man green

An everything that longs to Be

Broken and small enough to see

To be held in his hands

To be a part and yet alone

Here he is, reaching for the speed of light

Here he is, reaching for the sound of forgiveness

Now wounding 'round the waterfront she listens for a voice

A sign of Mother God, a sign of God the lad

I long to enter you with gentleness and compassion

But sorrow is always an open door

I know many days go by and I forget to look up at the stars

I forget there are stars, I forget there is the rest

Thin threads of light follow you around

Through the pale blue, down your skin

Down your skin