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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
all these shadows and lines
they are gestures 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
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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