Timber - Bruce Moody

[Larry Robinson]

Timber

 

Fortunate is the hour 

   when you stumbled and fell down

      into this.

 

Never stand again.

   On your knees remain

         where the earth is,

 

where the fire is ever-ready

   and the air ever-clear,

   water, and the stones of God.

 

For the Woods Of Error are

   the wood of the real,

      chosen for us as

 

the color of your soul.

   Lie where forgiveness lies,

      make love to that.

 

For there is nothing else

   but gratitude, which is what

      all your longing was for.

 	- Bruce Moody
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