When skin becomes the surface of the earth

And veins the braided rivers’ strands;

When breath is soft as tender forest moss

Our hearts reflect the Spirit’s spacious lands.

When feet can join the atoms’ swirling dance

And minds encompass cosmic ways;

When thoughts reside in night’s most calming space

Our songs can wing the Spirit’s soaring praise.

Click here to see the score:  Wallace.When Skin Becomes (Canterbury Plains)

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Text and Music © William Livingstone Wallace.