The Great, Bloody And Bruised Veil Of The World

The great, bloody and bruised veil of the world 
The great, bloody and bruised veil of the world 
The trees wave in England 
The streams flow in England 
The poor halt in England 
The poor heart of England 
"And did those feet..." 
Hobbled and crippled as They were 
By our disbelief 
Hope here to find 
Some honesty 
(Green colour of the grass 
The horsefresh smell arising 
From its quietly glowing glory) 
And did They 
As They move from one sad gap of heart 
To another 
Did They hope to find us open 
Look: much is my armour 
I can show you all the walls that may be built 
But mostly most of all- 
There's a wall of words 
Around my heaart which is my soul which is my all 
God is not dead for all of us 
(And goodbye to you all) 
This is all Paradise 
Here is Garden Of upon Garden Of 
Upon 
Suns and Beetles 
The Ladybird lands upon my knee 
The Lark is all joy 
There are birds upon birds 
Beyond the great, bloody, bruised and silent veil 
Of this world 
The kind one waits 
Staggered pain of being 
The great, bloody and bruised veil of the world 
The great, bloody and bruised veil of this world