oh my great love
who art in heaven
I do not know thy name -
come touch me, some Monday morning
when I am smoking in the rain

oh gracious nothing,
sweet sigh and in between,
there is an aching to be healed -
come touch me when I am failing
some quiet day in history

my love,
my cheating wife,
my faithful wound and blessed sorrow
I am empty without tears -
come fill me with your weeping
I want to know the loneliness of Eden
when you are young and good
and gone.

the fox, dying in the garden,
screams our song