Your Violent Arms

To your high state I have fought to be received

By the word wait, I will kiss your many feet

To be touched again hold me down draw it deep

Recite the hymn I lay the alter light the seed

Refuse all other love call you heather call you sweet

Paint my eyes crawl in the dark upon the heath

Lay down all other thought except the one that draws me deep

Into your arms again into your arms

Did we say it was love we sought

In the throes of a failing word

Oh I pray to her pray to be received

Ruin my many loves stay with the eaves

And to your wild face as you turn the other cheek

I will rely pray, for your mercy for a piece

Of your cold revival before the mountain at the gate

Of the ruling word that loves choke to celebrate and

Did we lay with the broken thought

Tie the hands of a failing love

Oh I pray to her pray to be released

From my martyred tongue from my never be

Hymns to the violence

Hymns to the sundered I

Pray for the silence

To be above her and

Before you wildness

Before you alter I

Crave all your violence

Crave all the hunger and

I was not fallen

I was not sundered I

Moved with a wildness

Spoke with the thunder and

I was not hiding from

I was not broken I

Moved with a kindness

Spoke with a wonder

I was your wildest I

Craved all your hunger and

Held you in highest love

Before the altar and

Hymns to your eyes yea

Hymns to your warring warring word

I was not broken or bowed

Know my hope know my love

I was alone