In The Woods at Night I
Sought My Lord.
March 2004.
In the woods at night I sought my Lord
In the cool blue woods
Through the vines and the thorns
And my skirts were all in tatters
For my Lord is a small Lord
In a cabin in the forest
In a little wooden cabin
Where the moon looks down and sees him
Through the woods at night I sought my Lord
Through the wild lonely woods
And the wild beasts pursued me
And I feared the hoot of the owl
For my Lord is a gentle Lord
For the forest is his dwelling
In the starry cabin seated
In his deep repose
In the woods at night I ran
In whirling woods I ran and fell
And I fell on a jutting rock
And the blood dripped from my fingers
For my Lord is a quiet Lord
In his robes in the silent cabin
In the light of the smooth candle
In the soft shadows
In the woods I found my Lord
In the still and shaded center
In his cabin under branches
In his cabin under the moon
For my Lord is a strong Lord
For my Lord is strong and gentle
And I hear his great heart beating
And he folds me in his arms.