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