I have to go down
To reach the forest's heart,
Through green darkness
Where sun streams only dreamily
Through shadowy trees.
But knowing the way,
I do not hesitate.
And when I can descend no more,
I find the others gathered,
Holding a place in the circle for me.
And it becomes a pool-
Too deep, at first, for anyone to speak.
But soon we take each other's arms,
And Dougal leads us in a round.
We trust ourselves so wholly to the words
That they lift us as one body
And we rise in rocking dance,
Releasing with the sound,
Not stopping till we're spent.
Cathedral cedars hush about us,
Listening in silent witness,
We sit and pass the cup of hearts,
Sharing sorrows we feared would break us,
The grace we've felt reshape us.
Let it free the ancient grief,
Let it staunch the inner bleeding,
And leave us men enough to weep.
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