When the Softwood Was
In the golden velvet folds
That enveloped him and me
I, the first, saw traces of depth untold
The ones inside, the sentries
Uncrossed their spears of old
I looked, and there it lay, gold and goodness shone to me
No eye had yet seen, or heart slowed and beheld
What had alighted, plain to only me
Warm and soft, nothing left withheld, the gift he gave to me
Light-dappled, we gently met each other there
In the treow, he became my sweetest company
But that day now lies wrapped in strips of tenderness, at rest in the heart of me, because
His golden flickering came to fade, what is replacing what once was
Dear God, he became
You
And through hell and back, I became
Me
Yet I still keep the gift that he gave to me.
