Spiritloom - Lux Interna

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

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