4. The Empty Crib

I am the heart that houses the cone
I am the cone enclosing the cedar
I am the cedar sawn for the cradle

forest of the body, body of the tree

I am the cradle rocking the baby
I am the baby containing the man
I am the man nailed on the cross

tree of the body, body of the forest

I am the cross sawn from the cedar
I am the cedar enclosed in the cone
I am the cone housed in the heart

here in my heart, Jesus, springing

Kevin Crossley-Holland