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 compa*sion 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