Moss grows in a velvet green line
Clinging to a weathered design
Syllables of Latin and loam
Finding here a permanent home
Deep in the marrow of ancient gray wall
Wait for the torch and the heavy rain fall
Sleepless divinity buried in clay
Wait for the light of a long summer day
Ivy vines wrap the cold altar tight
Drinking in the flickering light
Saffron blooms in the cracks of the floor
Guarding a heavy and iron-bound door
Patient seeds in the limestone sleep fast
Holding the ghost of a forgotten past
Nitrogen feeds the pale fungal thread
Waking the spirits from a stony bed
Deep in the marrow of ancient gray wall
Wait for the torch and the heavy rain fall
Sleepless divinity buried in clay
Wait for the light of a long summer day
Root and the relic, the soil and the gold
Stories the peat and the peat-mosses hold
Breathe in the scent of the damp morning air
Two quiet strangers with a singular prayer
Slow as the growth of a cedar tree height
Turning the dark into shimmering white
Tendrils of clover wrap around the old bone
Writing a gospel on a tablet of stone
Deep in the marrow of ancient gray wall
Wait for the torch and the heavy rain fall
Sleepless divinity buried in clay
Wait for the light of a long summer day
Sown in the ruins, deep in the clay.
Deep in the clay.
