Timber - Bruce Moody

Fortunate is the hour
  when you stumbled and fell down
    into this.

Never stand again.
  On your knees remain
    where the earth is,

where the fire is ever-ready
   and the air ever-clear,
    water, and the stones of God.

For the Woods of Error are
  the woods of the real,
    chosen for us as

the color of your soul.
   Lie where forgiveness lies,
     make love to that.


For there is nothing else
  but gratitude, which is what
    all your longing was for.

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