Woodland Cathedral

Wolves in the Throne Room

In the place of abundant life and constant song
 Through pores of trees spoke ancient time
 And how we can know this now
 These patterns tumble through our minds
 Refracting themselves through this warm prism
 And are found projected and manifested
 In this arching dome
 Here, we come to pray
 Thus I have heard, here the inner world rings
 In memory of what will be 
 And on this night
 The veil is lifted from the face of a bright inner Sun