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A Dance of the trees ..
The Elder trees were next to know, old ellum said
“I give my branches willingly for cwtch and crib, for cwtch and crib” ... Apple wood, apple made ready for the fire,
gives Holy heat .... and in time, in time …..
'till all accomplished, till sandalwood and yew ,with branches gentle, Harvested and bore you home ...
and then bore you home
First of the summer fruit,plucked from this winter tree,
whose shadow railing against the sky, The Crux of History ….
From Forester to Carpenter the rule runs;
straight, set the grain of all crooked souls new straight..
He who embraced the bitter yew .... stained it red
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A Chorale for Good Friday ..
Everything turns on this, cursed by the serpent's hiss, sold out by one false kiss Alleluia !
Those who love reason best, put you to reason's test,find it a pointless quest Alleluia
Come, meet your last humiliation!
in mocking parody of your nativity, they peddle your mystery, nailed to a christmas tree ,all of their tables worth overturning ….
End of the show, your moment is over and what is the total achieved by your hour of fame? no immortal name, you just lost your shirt in their game !
Come, hear all their justi fications! Others have weighed your birth,
measured out what you're worth, risking the fate of Earth to fill a private purse, banking on thirty-odd pieces of silver ...
There is no meaning, all is just seeming, random events can involve no choice.
Hope is confounded, faith is unsound, so where now your still small voice?
Sooner or later you have to decide what's true, don't let yourself be ruled
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And so it seemed that all was lost,for there you hung and there you swung
between the tree of life, and the tree of knowledge, strung.
All wrapped in linen, and the myhhr, that marked your birth,
all laid to earth within a cave a cold stone shell,
a harvest store to hold the seed corn for New Earth .....
Comes dawning, softlight trembling in the dew.
In breathless moment, Oak and Ash and Yew greet Morning ... sunlight making all things new ...
For then you split the stone, and broke like butterfly, into the breathing sky!
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