The energy that binds our parts to one
The creation of the world and then of man
The energy of all our nuclear bombs
The sacred space inside, the very womb
The space where we will die and fall to earth
The sins we hid inside , our dangerous worth
The heart which came too hard and cracked and bust
The little pieces left that turned to dust.
The hunter lusts to shoot and kill and eat
The bodies of gnawed wolves around his feet
The men who save no children shatter peace
The eyes of Jesus speak, the drum still beats
The end is the beginning as we move
In spirals that say nothing of our Love
How my heart sings 