"If words could save us (and they can, my darling) I would whisper in the chambers of your ears Every wistful sound (like the warblings Of the wood thrush) until) (my wren) even The small boys who voices are like angels Would cry for more, and you (my swan) would sigh Like the sun setting behind the ocean floor.
If touch could save us (and it does, my love) I would take the wounds of time and touch them Until the soul (my sweetness) shines with the light Of God in the newness of now. Healing is The only language of love (my lamb) for Wherever we have touched, the tree that grows Will be blessed (my bliss) and the fruit of that tree Will be life (my love) the fruit of that tree will be life."