we are gathered together we are hidden from view in a tangle of laurel we tear at our sorrow like bread and we start up anew where a circus stands blazing and steam engines brake and whine in a razed hobo jungle your lost and found wonder has risen and mixes with mine then foolish we are in the presence of god and what all his grave angels have done in love s growling weather if we re dreaming together of a heaven apart from this one apart from our own i take this to be holy if futile uncertain and dire our union of fracture our dread everlasting this beautiful desperate desire the cloud darkens to harrow it crosses your heart like hand but it s cool like the shadow of all that we ve seen by the light that we can t understand then foolish we are in the presence of god and what all his grave angels have done in love s growling weather if we re dreaming together of a heaven apart from this one apart from our own there s a new year starting backwards from high up in naked trees that threw all their clothes like burning money to the ground and all around our knees we live outside of reason and we re called to stand out of time to hover above the rough river of love that runs ahead but calls from behind then foolish we are in the presence of god and what all his grave angels have done in love s growling weather if we re dreaming together of a heaven apart from this one apart from our own