The great, bloody and bruised veil of the world 

The great, bloody and bruised veil of the world 

The trees wave in England 

The streams flow in England 

The poor halt in England 

The poor heart of England 

"And did those feet..." 

Hobbled and crippled as They were 

By our disbelief 

Hope here to find 

Some honesty 

(Green colour of the grass 

The horsefresh smell arising 

From its quietly glowing glory) 

And did They 

As They move from one sad gap of heart 

To another 

Did They hope to find us open 

Look: much is my armour 

I can show you all the walls that may be built 

But mostly most of all- 

There's a wall of words 

Around my heaart which is my soul which is my all 

God is not dead for all of us 

(And goodbye to you all) 

This is all Paradise 

Here is Garden Of upon Garden Of 

Upon 

Suns and Beetles 

The Ladybird lands upon my knee 

The Lark is all joy 

There are birds upon birds 

Beyond the great, bloody, bruised and silent veil 

Of this world 

The kind one waits 

Staggered pain of being 

The great, bloody and bruised veil of the world 

The great, bloody and bruised veil of this world